NIGHT SONG
If a flower bloomed in the dark, would you still cultivate it
Lovely Flowers That Only Bloom At Night
Evening Primrose
Night Bloom Water Lilies
Moon Flowers
Night Gladiolus
Casablanca Lily
Nottingham Catchfly
Four O’ Clocks
Saussurea Obvallata / Brahma Kamal
Dragon Fruit Flowers
Dutchman’s Pipe Cactus
I bloom as I am
Nested in mother earth, twilight, as my roots dance
Petals to adore, sniffed upon, and even used to cover silk sheets in the ideal of romance
The bed I lay as sunshine brightens above
Petals, Stems, Leaves, Sepals my true melody of love
A promise from God to only bloom in dark
Comforting to know it’s my mortal birthmark
From the sunrays, I stand within the ground, yet hidden
Such beautiful thriving petals, to sunlight my roots are forbidden
A gifted aroma in a decorative bottle
Gently pluck my petals and lay me in a pottle
Intoxicating fragrance magnetic stems of emotion
A fresh cut Rose no truer devotion
Get stimulated off my delicate soft petals
In this galaxy and time, roots needs to be balanced, earthly settled
Blooming so proudly while standing among the dark
No written words of love greater from a flower than Hallmark
I wear my crown from a midnight bloom ordained by night as chose
From the Moon Flowers, to the sweet smell of the Evening Primrose
Cultivated from noon, awaken at the nighttime hour
Not a wallflower, Not a wildflower
Darkness we bloom in earth’s paradise, balanced by the soil of midnight power
If a flower bloomed in the dark, would you still cultivate it
Would you wear it in your hair receive its properties as pure bliss
I came from the darkness of the womb, cultivated, nourished, and bloomed from a planted seed
Given life to trust, however, never any guarantees
I’m a Rose in bloom let’s just admit
I’m not unfit I try not to just quit
An emotional lickety split
If I were perfumed with the fragrance of one of the beautiful flowers that blooms in the dark, and I was out of sight
You would rely on the essence of your senses to find me, rather by sunlight, rather by passion under an illuminating moonlight
Flowers are an intriguing sentiment when given in life
Just make sure you have the right flower, it cuts through the chase of continuous strife
As the Gardner will say
How is my favorite flower doing today
You asked me that yesterday as you cultivated and watered my petals that special tender way
But’s it’s not yesterday my fragrant one, it’s today, as one would say
No it’s Night Bloom Water Lily
Yes, yes…my exotic flower from philly, whose petals sings to me such beautiful dillies dillies
Submitted: May 04, 2018
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