'Tis Time Two Blooms

By Dewayne Allday

A flower blooms when it's time,
And in the cellar rests fine wines.

A dream awakens before my death,
Awaits the mouth, oh sweetest breath.

The sun will rise, and it will set,

Between we shined, between we wept.

A hand reached out with tender vibes,
A silent whisper silenced cries.

The colors swirled around her heart,
A cellar door kept them apart.

The flower feared the bloom be cut,
It withered still - time withered much.

Pain set in stone, two softened hearts,
Two fine wines, two blooms apart.

The mind plays tricks on the soul,
And the heart does as it is told.