
There are enough flowers
That belong to the dusk, sun, and moon
But the flower of the eclipse
Lives on in gloom
Only spreading its petals
When everyone looks away
Distracted by the phenomenon
That breathes it awake
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
There are enough flowers
That belong to the dusk, sun, and moon
But the flower of the eclipse
Lives on in gloom
Only spreading its petals
When everyone looks away
Distracted by the phenomenon
That breathes it awake
Ever pluck a daisy
One by one
Each thin light petal
Surrounding a yellow sun
Ever feel bad for no mercy
For watching the petals flee
Falling straight through fingers
Drifting to grass bladed green
Retrograde with me
So we can go back and pick the primrose
The first flower to ever bloom