The Thorns Of My Perception

A wildflower bound to the force of nature 

You are the lily that blooms in the spring 

And the one that lays in a bed of thorns

A rose that is crescent to the full white moon 

Your scarlet petals that stem in the night has become 

A crimson beacon of inferno lust 

Therefore, Idol I am to your elegance 

And to your violet essence that showers in the rain.

For the irises of my eyes that stare 

Are insnared within the sight of a blooming Iris

Without hesitation I only cultivate to that which flourishes

So that I may elevate pass these seeds of doubt 

And within my hands may I sprout a flower 

That could be admired throughout the world 

Yet, as I sit in these thorns I agonize at an unfulfilled perception of beauty 

Wondering...

Where is my formosa flora of inspiration 

Where is my inflorescent glimpse of perfection to whom I may immortalize.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~