THE FLOWER

By Joshua Parish

Truth to fall is truth to reign,

Truth that makes you go insane.

Dark surrounds, I can’t escape

Fallen away, lost all shape.

What truth I see, reality

What truth I see, insanity

Life makes pain, shame makes dark

Then you see this world too stark

In the shadow, in the gloom

I see a flower grow and bloom

The tiny glower is a light,

A star shining in my night

Surrounded by the cold and dead

Petals spread, bright and red

The light grows with every breath

The breath of love can see no death

Flowers grow, bear fruits so sweet

That none can find any that meet

The fruit is life, but not so bad

A life to live not drowned in sad

The flower, mother of the fruit

Is light shone from human root

The root you ask my dearest one

Is you, my love, shining bright as sun.