Poem -

Harvest

Harvest

A petal wanders through the air
Before finding its way afloatΒ 
Upon the stream of fallen tears
It's ripples disrupt the tranquil body of standstill
Much like the glass shattering jaunt of a broken heart
I can remember the times when we recitedΒ 
β€œRosey red metaphors with blue violets" encores
Do you remember?
The stored love that budded,
Seedlings of potential endeavors
Not quite blossomed into the manifestation of our beauty
Still we marveled in the truth of what we 'could be'
Or could have beenΒ 
Hereafter since then, our perky stem has began its descend
Withering in unturned soil
Bonds have become unhealthy and malnourished for reason unclear to me
Maybe from lack of effort
Or inexperience?Β 
Whatever it may be,
We lost touch......
We lost much of what made us
Perhaps moving to fast
In a rush to accomplish our destiny
Trying to defy the odds
But oddly enough
We forced fed our existence
Still through it all
We can see that love still lives
If given a fighting chance
After a little ground work
Pulling weeds and scattered dead things
Now the soil has been given rest
Ready for the harvest