slow bloom
(One from about a year ago)
My face is a collective
Lovers from different points in time
Cherished children
Different lives
Lives that have become star dust
They are within the wrinkles of my palms
I have left marks on the evidence of them that I now regret
As I shed a tear it rolls
Down the skin gifted to me
Maybe I should cherish my imperfections
There is a chance that there was someone similar to me
Did they feel the breath of Selene behind their ear?
Did they feel light of Helios brush against their fair skin?
My eyes are not foreign
They trace the beauty of my roots
At my petal I close
At my sepal I am searching
The lack of pollination causes me to sink
Without the foundation I am weak
There is not much a flower can do
If I had the energy I would search
From the mountains to the sea
Time is something that can not be renewed
I will never hear the laughter of before
I will never see all the faces of before
I will never smell their musks
I will never feel their hands
The closest I have is those I love
If I can not have the before
I will have to adapt to the now
I will have to endure a long journey in the forest
As I take note of every gap
I will plant a new patch
As I walk hand in hand with people that have the same wrinkles in their hands that reflect our mosaic of lovers from different points in time
I will feel hopeful of reminiscence
New roots will form
hazy knoll