The Bloom

Deep within the darkness
of a private little dell
A flower waits to bloom,
to come out of its shell

It rests with petals furled
in quiet, safe repose
Awaiting that vessel
from which new life flows

The light is ever gentle -
the bloom's fragility -
to be treasured always -
awakening beauty

See the petals rise
swelling now with life
See Calliope dance
Persephone, free of strife

And amongst its fragile fronds
gleams the hint of coming rain.
A moment touches eternity,
Flower's beaty shown again.

Then comes the ancient river
all 'round the world it goes,
Sacred gift of Avalon
to mortality below.

Now, come, the time has pass'd;
The return of mystery
A fading touch, a parting glance,
A page of history.

Flower's bloom retreats.
'Tis time - return to rest
for tomorrow's wind shall bring again
the coming of the bless'd.