Little Flower Bright

Little Flower Bright

O little flower bright, your petal gleams
With twinkling luster ‘gainst the glimmering gloam,
Your delicate leaf collects the moonlight’s beams,
Atop the starry dark your light has grown.
And the slight red petals wrap your lucent crown
As the night gathers to lay itself down.

On silent gentle winds your fragrance roams,
Your scent serene pervades the cosmic heights,
It draws the planets down to earthen homes,
The gods in tow, and bearing praise, alight.
And the night settles your luscious emerald bed
As the gods garland your luminous head.

Though lesser stalks will bend in morning’s mist,
Your elegant fine stem is beauty's rigor;
Of your capricious thorns, well do I wist,
I took their sting, when chanced to pluck your figure.
And I tasted blood from my sore bitten wound
As the dark spoke low and asked: Shall you prune?