I'm happy to be in the company
of perforated petals and liberated leaves -
carried as they may, carelessly,
intermittently, by the breeze
- should time as she is never cease to be
and I am left bereft of the
beautiful flower I wish to see
in full bloom, eternally
I'd unsheathed myself from sheets
and strutted down that same old street:
the one I'd not yet let become properly familiar with my feet.
'T'was home to some flora fully unimpressive to me;
they could not stand when stood next to that striking white lily
She sprouted only on select set days - to say this saddens me.
Any less than all the time is all too seldomly.
But I'm pleased to say to her patterns I promptly grew privy /
Supremely swiftly I saw myself to her singularities
but alas I was to abide alone and observe idly;
I could only survey - spurned to study sufficiently.
(As though I'd even wanted to initially. Oh, the irony.)
And so I'll (happily?) remain in the company
of her petals prior to their perishing -
carried broken as they may be
by the breeze.
And should time as she was return to me
my eyes will go wholly white, right as white as thee,
blanchéd flower I may only see
in full bloom, ephemerally