Noon

Like a sunflower the mind looks for light
spreads its beauty where there is illumination,
reaching upwards with every wish
to make a home where it is warm and rich.

Just moving through every field
looking for those petals to pick
of the blossoms that have flowered
for every thought and whim of will
that will make a bouquet of noon's radiance
while being gently washed
so constantly by the sunlight.

Finding those stems of springtime spells
is to grasp at their gifts in raw reality
then clutch them as a floral inspiration
because they speak the growth of desires
when they are watered and nurtured to maturity.

Doesn’t matter if everyone else
merely saw a field in which to walk,
one hand totally sensitive and passionate
can make those creations
into something so overwhelming
it drives the heart to ever stretch
beyond the boundaries faced.

Just to know the joy of claiming
the fruit of one’s clutch
out of the ordinary and into a haven
where you feel the harvest of the labor
as the potent caress of potential’s summer.