My Sunflower

Sunflower in my garden, shy of blooming for whatever reason.
My sunflower is not adorned with gold-plated jewels,
Or ruby stones shining red under the kiss of light.
But my sunflower is always aglow, eager to go where the rays of golden flow,
Because my sunflower is a creature of might, and of many things bright.
Truly, my sunflower is the loveliest of sight,
With sun-kissed lips and moonlit eyes — my sunflower’s smile knows no night.

My sunflower is a curious creature, and always just a bit peculiar in nature
My sunflower knows how to ask, and not understand their own question
My sunflower knows how to get lost with their own navigation then laugh out their frustration
My sunflower knows how to drive and kiss the sidewalk with heavy romance and temptation
My sunflower knows how to fail with great determination and a gleeful expression

The only thing my sunflower doesn’t know is how to give up blooming;
how to give up living.

But this life is big, and the garden is small.
So, I set my sunflower on the sail and wish the wind to carry with it warmth, prayers;
To provide and protect, to only graze my sunflower with respect.

Float along, my buoy, my enough, my shoulder of rest
When the sun is high, and the day is warm, we’ll see each other again,
For fate surely feels bad leaving you without my care or half-brain.
We are, after all, whole when two, and halves when one.