petals and my pen

Like flower petals, one by one, falling in the dim lit sun My pen does drip sweet thoughts of bliss, my love has just begun The earth is fate, rebirth awaits when they hit the ground And when my words do soak this page, their destiny is found Petals, words, all falling things, once be stilled in art Will come to rest on the breast of Mother Nature’s heart For in descent lies true devotion, letting go the last emotion Languidly we cling to ease, even when it’s broken Comfort lulls the soul to sleeprendered are weincomplete Like a tear in fear we keep from the coldness of our cheek Petals clutching to the stem like words afraid to leave a pen Myopically they do pretend that in their means there is no end That indeed their beauty is all we need, their truest gift Unwittingly we all forget the beauty that our pain begets Separate ourselves we must from the comforts that we trust Disconnect true love from lust , for that which shines in time will rust Knowing this is paramount, embracing bliss from ground to mount So fall dear petal in the meadow, words do manifest Reliantly we must let go and God will do the rest