Petals

A precious treasure shines
expressing incredible beauty
but then, so much more;
more than can be seen.

Hidden away from the world,
sheltered in a self-made cage
of the finest mindweave;
to protect, or to seal away?

Searched for fervently
by many a lost seeker
hoping for happiness
and finding... what?

So here I sit, waiting
on the sand
at a faraway beach
for my treasure.

But what is it that the treasure is?
Is it gold, silver, and gems? No.
She is but a single flower
of delicate and eloquet perfection.

Sweet petals with dewdrops
like tears, dripping
at her hidden fears
and broken aimlessness.

Why must she always flee
from anything that comes her way?
Her happiness may lie
in the hands of another.
But she does not want to be contained,
it is the breeze she rides upon.

Petals float by
lost to the wind
all to remind me
of what lies ahead.

And I wait.