Petals

What is real to your eyes in which is façade to mine
Tricks and tales of mirrors, of reflections crossing the line

I feel the wrath of your soul that turns oceans deep blue
I grasp the hand that yearns for my touch but just can’t see through

You see your reflection and bash it uncanny
No gentle soul could ever touch the deep blues, the deep blues in yours, oh no
But mine ever so fragile, ever so clear, turns that same ocean tide to a space far from home

It flips and turns and twists until all that’s left is everything your soul has missed
And that same deep blue you found peace within, has now a new hue of transparent bliss.

And your vessel no longer craves the reds and grays and blacks.
It knows no longer can it travel through the abyss and back

Our souls forever changed, forever the infinite petals on a rose

Spiraling, and spiraling, until we reach home