Sunflowers

by Dewayne Allday
4/27/08

A sunflower in the rain or two,

wondering what they were to do,

silently seeking a summer simmer,

secretly sneaking a winter giggle,

patiently waiting, impatiently needing,

diligently keeping the faith.

Why does the rain keep falling,

and the dew drops calling,

and the sunshine only comes

out every other day?

Testify why the whispers scare

and the blind don’t care

'bout why clouds brisk through

and we mimic as sunflowers do,

turning our heads another way?

Sunshine surmising a sunflower’s thoughts.

and we open up our hearts to our wants,

wishing, waiting, wonderfully creating

a figurative place, not far from grace,

to dance the night into the morn,

to morn the place that fell from grace,

and fill that space to flee abase,

a sunflower wants a sun lit face,

and sunlight needs a sun lit place.

In case you wonder what I want,

I wish to see you grace to grace.