Ink Notes # 5

In Her Dreams of Rain and Flowers

In her dreams

the grand field was white with lovely lilies

Now, she could see them everywhere

as she existed in her awakening

In her soul

it made her feel dishonest

to know exactly

where the beautiful flowers turned crimson

and longed to touch the sky

but in vain lonliness

In her blackest of pain

where they dried up severely with lack of water

and light simply the tiny flowers must be renewed

and find a way to come alive again

In her mind and yet in time

they would revive newly grown

as the rain fell again

for it would simply take time

with much more patience

and understanding

for the peaceful rain to come

In her heart she knew when it did

it would change her forever

because the rain would help her see herself

first calmly

as it clung to window pane

for a split second

and then raced down

swiftly -

In her moment of renewal

the rain spread out to give water to the crimson flowers

that reached far

outside her horizon

into her field of dreams

In her sight

where instead of only white lilies

or crimson flowers

there were more flowers

deeply blue

burnt orange

soft pink

hues of purple

which now they existed together

to help her see

a bountiful gift

of a lovely variety

of brilliantly colorful

and softly beautiful

flowers everywhere

As she had now awoken

into a fresh

existential perspective

of perfectly mutual kindness

with the very breath she took

that she had missed so long

of that elusive

unconditional spirit

of compassionate love

and bright hope

that her gift would come back to her

instead of what she had worried lived only

in her dreams of rain and flowers