Sunflowers
O yellow veiled sisters, Standing in your ochre choir, Shimmering with a warm and gentle fire. With each petal lifted bright and brave, A lantern for the life he craved. You who bow your seeded crowns, Avoiding the gaze of judging crowds As if the weight of so much gold Was a secret sorrow you never told. He brushed you bold, with strokes that gleamed, As if the light he painted dreamed Of lifting him from nights so deep They swallowed sound and strangled sleep. For while you glow in cheerful bloom, He wandered through a darker room. His heart was cracked, his spirit sore, And grief kept tapping at his door. He planted hope where none had grown, And raised you toward a never-setting sun. As though through you he sought to weave A world he longed but could not live. You with petals of molten light, Do you know how fiercely you're loved? How many hearts you've warmed and stirred? O sunlig...