For thine heart I implore with indite- -A flower meant for much more. -Serene adore, resting amidst holiness-   There I stare, endlessly listening and smelling and still nothing. Encased in golden wheat, soft as silk beneath the blanket sky meets eternal  sea held in a diamond ball, melted together with kindness and love.  Good comes to he that waits, but why must I wait endless blue, black, blue, black facing the past,  trying to go back, stopped by click, click I mean not what I say yet  I am mute to say what is meant. A stutter in my thought and silence  brakes the air. The warm breath of the sun harshly beating on my face with disdain force, driving me insane.  Why must I wait? Why must I wait?  A daffodil, golden touched by the sun. Innocently smiling, unknowing its womb is its grave. I cut the daffodil from its bed.  Holding it.  Staring at the endless yellow-golden velvet pedals. I wish to feel its smile against my lips, but I know this flower will die and wither before it gets to stop my breath.  Still I ponder. Will it be?  Can it be?  Is this flower mine to take and hold forever at my will, or will winter come before I can take it?  Asunder forever it may seem, but if I wait, just wait, Spring will come and she will be carrying flowers,  that of sunshine gold, in her hair.  I know what she brings and I want it badly, more then anything, but will I stutter again and winter cache you forever?  Why must I wait?  To late gates are closed, iron barred, bolted indefinitely, or is this just an illusion.  Have I misunderstood? Painting my love on a piece of glass,  colors diamond blue and gray. Untouched by others if you finish this portrait. I promise you, you can keep it eternally. But why must I wait?  Wait till time becomes obsolete and this painting shatters from carelessly thrown stones. Your eyes closed, unaware this painting was even made. Hands and cloths clean, paint and brush there. Did you even know you were creating this masterpiece, shattered by a stone?  Did you know I would fall  from a tree if it meant your safety? Let em know and I will build a wall of stone behind this painting, hung high in the ceiling. So the sun's light can pass through, spreading my portrait upon you, my sweet daffodil.  Eyes growing tired with timorous.  I see you less and less, fading into the deep sea of green. Can I still dig through the weeds after you?   To find this flower, the air of mine.  My mouth broken, unable to think as this field grows larger and greener. From the sky I can still see you, no other flowers in sight, blind to the rest I am focused upon you. It seems so easily done, but from the edge of the grass I fall into a dream. A blissful life with both land and sky upon eachother, forever as one in coalesce harmonic music, sung by the birds. Then I wake and see that land can't fly, chained always to oblivion. Still when I close my eyes this fear dies and land and sky are melted together by evermore love.  I give you this flower and you savor it forever. Is this a sign?  Do I dare pick another? Will it make you smile and we can shorten  the air between us?  Breaths held short, hearts racing to be first.  Is it a sign? Are you just holding onto the earth with strong roots? Are you afraid of the beyond green? What do I say?  What do I do?   Do I sneak up behind you, or do I come and tear you out of the ground?   Let me know and forever be mine. My sweet golden flower.