drops of water
on your petals
reflect my face
in your shining
surface
I see a lot of me
in the opened layers
of you, oh precious
flower bud
fed by light and
blissful warmth
touched by rain
another petal
opens and unfolds
More and stronger
thou reflect my soul
and the more it breaks
light into my eyes
the deeper it touches
so many petals
and became used to
their soothing presence
yet night falls
and petals slowly close
and form a familiar shell
around that blessed bud
I reach out gently
afraid I would break
the bud of its stem
and have it fall deep
into a salty sea
yet hope to
gently stroke
but as I come close
a petal from the side
closes as sudden
as it once opened
I am left to wonder
ponder if it is worth
touching the petals
to open the bud
to hope the reflection
lives and sustains
and risk the painful possibility
of the petals closing
never to shine out again
or the bud breaking
to be held nevermore.








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