The Sunflower
The Sunflower
Stranger, you bring me bottled sunshine
Springtime blossoms and an amber skyline
Petals afire on iridescent hues
Weaving stories of the artist's muse.
Stranger, you bring me golden harp strings
Playing to the psalm of new beginnings
Gossamer tales of triumph and love
Gilded folklore from the Heavens above.
Stranger, you bring me sensuous delight
Wrapped in the scent of the goldfinch's flight
Honeyed aroma under saffron skies
Forsaken letters and wistful goodbyes.