The Sun and the Flower

Little Thing...

Dear Love that hath stolen my heart. 

Do I let you keep it? 

Do I let you run with it? 

Are you worthy? 

These are the questions 

That strike the human place in where you lay...

Because I have never been so good 

With this heart of mine anyway! 

I could ask, 

All the questions, 

I ask. 

Wonder, where you stay, where you lay, in all of this. 

And still is, the notion underneathe, 

That perhaps, 

You don't care...THAT much. 

That is the notion, I seek to deny..

And bury...

As I try to bury you...

But like the flowers you'd steal and give back...

You emerge, instead, 

Blooming. 

And all I do, 

Is fall in love...

One more day..

And more deeply..

Into eternity. 

And so maybe, just maybe...

I can simply, 

Be your Sun.