Time Bloom

We are a passage of innocence in a swift perfect chaos
Until we are torn asunder in time's irreverent perception

Looking back through the mocking occlusion of memory

All I remember is how extraordinary my awakening was

Memories of flowered sunshine under long, green days

Warm, careless fumblings and a burning to wreak change

Now innocent desire is lost in the slowing, reflective, days

But flowers remain as totems of remembrance to adventure

And if days shall darken more, they will scent the journey

For in the age of dwindling reason, hope blooms all the more