Journey of a Moonflower

The sun allows the day to fade,
Relinquishing the earth it has made
To the cool of night, to be soon
Guided by the loving moon.
Under soft light, soft touch, soft glow.
One flower waits, very slow,
And when the sun has at last faded,
It stretches out, unknowingly jaded,
To worship a lonesome moon,
Who is trying to believe in love so soon.
Though slowly, as though doubting,
Yellow petals, now rerouting,
From beneath lifelong protection,
Leaving it exposed, without direction.
Slowly, as though unsure,
Then, with a glow simple and pure
For the first time, a feeling,
It blossoms, free and beaming
Gentle yellow light.
And all through the night
Wisps of wind guide its dance,
Gracious for the one-time chance.
With its love the moon.
Its protection, alas, so soon,
A blinding glimpse ending never,
A quiet peek into forever,
Guides the flower up, the sun to meet,
Until finally its journey complete.
But ah, the moon, high at it's peek.
Deceitful, has known his love grows weak,
That its climb has been for naught,
That it shall fall, for it cannot
Heal the flower's scars forever.
It pulls away for a new endeavor.
She falls from her highest glory,
To an abyss, out of her love story,
As he drifts apathetically downward
Into the horizon, a hiding coward.
To escape and be seen no more.
She wilts quickly, wounded at the core
Closing faster than she bloomed.
Without regard, she now is doomed.
Losing the hope of another night.
Falling to earth, she's out of fight.
Her petals shrivel, her petals die.
Beauty exposed to the sun burning high,
Harsh truths reveled by false simplicity.
Burned by the sun's divinity.
Hidden by the clouds after day,
Until she simply fades away,
And her love, her once perfect moon
Will beam brightly all too soon
On the soul
Of another.