“Wilt and Flutter”

Mystery’s flower
wilting before me.
I long for the hour
fog lifts and we see.
A voice from within says,
“Be still and just be”.

I suddenly cower,
fortitude fleeting.
The sonnet that deafens
my shattered heart’s beating.

The last thing I wanted,
the first thing I need.
What garden has nurtured
this mirroring seed.

What dreams may become
of this fair wilting flower?
The radiant reflection
now sweetens the sour.

A muse? A façade?
A kind apparition?
No matter of what,
I can’t help but listen.

It defies definition.

Fluttering fumbling
illuminates dark.
The glistening brilliance
now calls me… I hark.

Emerald bleu inquisition,
deconstructing my will.
Beckoning, piercing, occupying.
Be still.

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