The Flower of Fate

Emotions flared fire
deep within my heart
I've lost all belief
in my life and in me

I now sit calmly
never to be found
Closer to heaven
on this open field

People come and go
but this field is mine
for I am the only one
to admire it's true beauty

But tonight is different
as I sit here in sadness
I fear to tell my one true love
all my suppressed feelings

The moon turned night to day
giving life the color blue
All my time thinking,
my eyes fixed to a flower

The flower of my future
the flower of my fate
I rest my life
into the hands of this flower

I pull the flower
up from the ground
I must not haste time
as I've begun it's death

I pick the first petal...
and said, "I will tell her"
My fate now controlled
by this flower destined to me

I pick the second petal
and said, "I won't tell her"
To say such words pains me
and brings tears to my eyes

I pick and pick and pick
until my last one
I feel my soul trapped
between two different paths

The next words I speak
will place me on a path
I must not deviate from
or I will run forever

I feel my soul leave me
as I spoke such painful words
My heart has stopped
it desires to live no more

Though I haven't lost
all hope completely
I have lost the one
I've ever wanted

My soul crying
while it enters heaven
I look down
to see the one I love below

She sits in peace
in the field she calls her own
she holds her given flower
her soul weeping below mine

I now share a heaven
a field of flowers
that we call our own...
a second chance at love...

Поэму Ден написал пару лет назад, а вспомнил о ней совсем недавно, когда сфотографировал меня, гадающей на ромашке. Как оказалось вспомнил он ее не с проста. Только он не знает, что, обрывая белоснежные лепестки, я думала о его лучшем друге.