even a flower can bloom in the desert
although it has taken a while, my mind has expanded as the roots of an oak reach into the ground searching for nutrient and water, each synapse feels more intricate, more wrapped up within the glee, spanning your whole body as they receive;
my skin still seems to stretch when needed, and so do my clothes, like a glove that fits just right and hugs all the right edges; each curve and hump are covered like a freshly healed battle-wound's scar.
just like my mom always told me, i am letting this light shine; i am not sure of the reason, how, when, or why. i am sure, though, about the brightness of the shining; the length of the rays i radiate, the warmth of the frequency i do emit, and the tone of my illumination;
this journey isn't going to end, not even after death, as life goes on forever when you live through the senses; sweetly whistling birdsong twirls around inside your ears while i shine on your skin, warming up your face.
immortalized in the way you smile, in every sunrise lives a handwritten poem with lines that appear like silk; the poem brings you back in time to when you were at peace. the sunset similarly spins a tale of nostalgic memories, in which you felt that things were fate, forever to be free.
you lit the spark inside my hearth, ablaze with passion for a life of action for those who need it most; every breath i give to breathe sweeps me off my feet, spins me around on a ballroom floor; dressed in all chiffon and satin-soaked formal wear, the dance we do begins to soothe all the riddles that left me confused.
suddenly, before my eyes, the water that has been hidden for so long, deep within the sand; water, sunlight, and a warm breeze coaxed my softened, aching heart right to the surface of the tree;
what appeared before your eyes, in the height of spring?
in this desert, hot and dry, a flower manages to thrive; giving and being given this flower doth accept and vow as a decree;
from here on out, the flower shouts, "i can bloom here, too!" water may be limited but limits cannot contain my beauty.
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