How Now Flower?
A flower of the morning smiles mistily in the sun's face,
With the dew of effervescence, kissing sweetly the bough...
And the petals of perusal, quietly clench the hand of grace,
As the day's light joins the flower...somewhere...somehow.
How tranquil is the fleeting moment of recognition this day,
As peaceful slumber erupts into a frenzied start...
And the murmur of madness creeps solidly into play,
while the closeness, bursts bubbles on my heart.
Across the fields, other meadows...other flowers I see,
But none with the mellow magic of the sprightly Queen,
Whose smile, I find, is meant honest...and alone, for me...
As tall I stand, aware to all. Alive, and yet...not seen.
Flower of flowers...leader of the lost, come and take my hand.
Walk with me-Join my soul in song. Say hello again...
In another place of the earth. Another day. Another land.
Smile and tell me yes. Tell my why...and tell me when.
R. Martin Trout
© May 1964
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Midi Title: Butterfly Kisses
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