Reborn

I am deliriously happy
in my realistic wholesome dream
I lay in fields of poppies
and talk with the forget-me nots

Little Secrets whispered back and forth,
told me what your father did
and I giggled,
but was horrified inside by the thought...

but can you hold the tulip's hand
when she is feeling down?

Mother says it is too late
even for the sun.
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All stand for the precious rose
beauty in such silence.

Oh glorious rose,
teach me your poise,
vivid colors and such

You are of the utmost elegance
and I bow to you.

Green hand-like stems
so fragile run through my coarse hair
and I am filled with a nervous anticipation.

As the chrysanthemums sing
I am lost in their harmony,
swept away in baby's breath
and put to rest in a bed of ferns.

and now...

Here I lay

I watch

I guard

for hours upon hours
turned to days without end

But it is not these wings I want

If only I could live again

Eyelids closed

Engaged in strength

Nothingness

Sightless

Life into past tense

Ice cold, taste of dirt so dry
I can not breathe
yet I can taste the air

Blossoming from the earth
and drinking from a pool of rain
of which I share with the trees

I feel my soft petals
like a crown upon my head.

In my life time as a mortal
I was touched by a soul.

That of which is mine now,
My one solemn wish has been granted
I have been reborn
A rose