"Destined Minds"

In Bloom

In bloom the delicate flower shows her face
at the height of springs tender morn
young the plant that shoots from tender earthy soil
that follows the sun all her days

looking for the one to nuture her
to be with her as she grows from season to season
such is the language of love that flowers speak of
so what message is sent by the Iris blue hue

what speaks of friendship but the yellow rose
and such the loyalty of the ivy vine that entwines
love and lovers, in the secret of the garden of the heart
antiquity dates the symbolic high souled aspirations

of the scarlet lily, so is morning glory's love in vain?
Can the Amaranth promise immortal love?
for are we not all consumed by the Mallow of loves call?
do we all not seek the suns face?

and the white Poppy bows with all humility beneath
a gentle breeze silent with reverence
the wistfullness declaring all virtue and purity
many are the faces of a young maiden

that longs for the strength and protection
that love so often speaks of hasitly
willing to be taken from the earthy ground
and for a moment find themselves captivated

by sweet promises, by empty words that nuture not
realising that their moment of splendour may now
whither and die never to return to spring again
never to prosper in the gardens heart...

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009