Outpouring [i]

The nights are lonely,
The silence piercing,
The songs of love mesmerizing,
Yet so painful: when I look in and see,
A lovelorn vessel,
Hoping to love and be loved.

The roads are abrasive,
The history condemning,
The soul and spirit broken,
Yet so hopeful: when I look in and see,
A rejected vessel,
Hoping to embrace and be accepted.

The heart is sobbing,
The emptiness seeking,
The seed longing to have the sun's warmth
Yet so frightened to leave
The frigid winter snows,
To be nourished, to become a rose

- Listening to "The Rose" @->---