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My Delicate Blossom
My sweet and delicate blossom,
Your eyes shine as starlight upon my spirit-
Moonlight captures your truly loving soul.
I know that lightening and a brutal wind had nearly snatched you away,
Leaving me to weep in the darkness of despair.
My teardrops have transformed to dewdrops,
While in my dreams at nightfall I would hold you tenderly in my arms.
Cry a river of tears, my precious and graceful flower
And release that pain that nearly robbed you of your life.
I see you in the daylight’s shadows-
I can feel your void and sorrow in my own tremulous heart-
Let the sun shine some hope upon your life’s passage.
You are my lovely springtime blossom- my friend,
Whose heart beats to the rhythm of my falling tears,
Upon this pathway of our lives.
My beloved friend, your body so soft to my touch,
You are a flower with supple petals that flutter in a gentle breeze.
Can we sing together once more with the robins and the sparrows
Upon this bittersweet spring’s dawning?
Let me calm you with all of my love and the faith I have in you,
As my spirit radiates warmth to ease your pain.
My sunny blossom, dance with me upon a starlit night.
Heaven shall await you on some future day,
But now my spirit yearns for you and calls you to my side.
My springtime flower, my adoring cherub,
Look upward towards the sun and allow the light before you
To glow and dry your tears, as you are a part of me,
God shall call upon you when it is your time-
My heart is calling out for you- let me rescue from your ill fate.
There exists a rainbow on the horizon
And quiescence settles over fields of peacefulness.
You are God’s given gift to this world
Do not let a vicious storm carry you away.
My vibrant and exquisite spring blossom, never give up hope-
There is much time for both of our wounds to heal, and
To capture the magical illumination that extends beyond this universe-
A special pathway awaits you where you are free to run…
About this poem
I wrote this when a close friend attempted suicide.
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