BLOOM
© 1995 by Carl Tronco

Don’t turn your thorns to me my flower
I am not your enemy
Sprung from your seed of sweet desire
A longing for your company

A moonlit glimpse of silken promise
Petals clenched together tight
In golden slumber cool and honest
Awaken from your endless night

Nature is a funny thing
She hides her beauty far from reach
Release, unfold and make me sing
In wonder at your mystery

I shine my light upon your garden
Let my warmth your petals spread
The chill of night has granted pardon
Blossom forth from timid dread