Blossom

A haze has turned and sweet
the song of every winged heart

Compels this lost ship to keep sailing
to & fro the waves have tossed

The oaken hull has landed soft
this dream of flowers wild and free

Stretching arms and words upwards
foaming through the voices of stars

I swirl again and wake on a sea of
fragrant stalks as delicate and sad

As the dreams that guided my ship
to rest in finality, here on Earth I blossom.