You are my sun,
so keep setting only to rise back to me in the morning.

Give me a wish, or a taste of your burning kiss.
Give me a fragment of your existence.
Let me put you on display for the world to witness.
Holding you up to the dark sky at night,
you glimmer and burn a magnificent light.

You can be a small flower in life.
You may struggle to bloom.
To settle your roots.
To have the perfect position for the sunshine.
What you really need to do is **** your garden.
Your field.
Then, and only then, open your petals as wide and beautiful that they can go.
And just bloom.
Sometimes all we need is to empty those holding us back, only then in order to rise.
To rise to the sun.

To be a sad blue sky on a perfect day...

And even still in this chaos,
I, myself a flower desperately fighting to bloom.
To survive and thrive,
the power needed to stay alive.

When I am sad I will return to the sky.
For it is calm, cooling,
embodied with cloud- white angles reflecting the Sun’s light.
Here I am free,
no blues,
just time to breathe;
goodnight.

I want to live in your bloom.
Like a red blood cell in your vein, forever apart of you.
watching you gracefully conquer life,
maturing into the flower you needed to be.