My heart has put forth flowers

Blessed with the grace of scent and colour;

They have fiery petals of gold

That sparkle with pure radiance.

Their fragrance longs to travel on high

Beyond the range of their affluence,

To greet the distant light of their longing

Still hidden in the depths of future.

In joy and pain they bloom and fold

Their petals to the tune of my panting heart;

Their dreamy life is a living beauty

Which awaits a purpose and a fulfillment.

I hide my flowers from outward view

And keep them in bloom ever fresh and sweet;

They have a message of their own

Which the world may never know!