Ocean Wild Flower
One flower stands alone in a new field of hope.
Breathing passion from your sun-kissed petals,
salt air crowns you wilting with heaviness.
You are the most special among all others.
The other flowers, wind-turned in the tempest,
imply to judge the one solitary plant apart from the mold.
Frail in your life, only needing someone to treasure you,
a broken leaf intercedes to buffer your emotional storm.
Growing through silence entwined in neglect,
your strength is propagated in honesty and kindness.
Turning to the warm blue sky, a passerby’s shadow:
“This flower I prize to blossom in my soul.”
All fluorescent before the dreamscape
The feeling continues
We dispel grotesque delusions
And become luminous
Love will be born
I am desirous
Sun on his face
Down what streets
Makes his way
Never to catch up