Flowers of Dawn

 Have you wondered what a flower is?

Have you noticed it blossom on a sleeping tree?

Have you listened to the voice within -

Asking you to question the narrow obscenities?

Have you done it all and given up

On truth, and succumbed to the eternal spiral

That exists in the wilderness of dawn

Of sleepless nights, and of perfectly mowed lawns?

 

You speak of love like you have traveled its curves,

Like you have seen the naked boundary of the torus;

And yet you infer that love is unconditional!

My friend, no matter what you decide to believe in,

There's always an equation tied to its conditions;

Love, by far isn't democratic but certainly constitutional.

Ah! Coming back to our flowers, some of love, some lust

Apologies, each petal blossoms to only return to dust.