What flowers have found


I need a language to talk to the stars

and haunting poetry to haunt my soul

I wish rhyme and reason to be my friend

and a oneness of life to be the goal

I breathe the dawn wind into my veins

and wondrous visions remain in sight

I look for hearts that are lined with love

and meaning that is created with light

I sing of a life in spirit strong

pausing a mad world going around

I need heaven to be spoken of again

I seek what flowers have already found