Through your eyes

If I were a flower, my love… what form would I wear?

A sunflower in ruin, reaching skyward through despair?

Or a rose among ashes, petals blackened and torn,

Fragile and fragrant, yet withered and worn?

Can I see through your eyes, where darkness holds sway?

Do you mark the faint sparks I bury each day?

In silence I bloom, in shadows I hide,

Hoping your gaze will pierce the void where I bide.

Do I shine for you still, or am I but decay,

A remnant of light that the night steals away?

Do you cradle my heart when the world is a tomb,

When roots grasp at nothing in the eternal gloom?

Tell me, my love… do you see me, though cursed,

Not just the flower, but the garden rehearsed

In endless despair, in echoes of pain,

Where petals fall silent, yet rise once again?

Would you shelter me, though broken, forlorn,

Through storms of the hollow, through nights never worn?

For I am becoming, yet tethered to night,

A bloom of the lost, a shard of faint light.

-dmnd