Daisies Without

There is gentle sadness in the droop
There is a sleep reconstitution
I feel the desire for fruition
Hanging in quiescent nocturne

The flowers in my heart are biding
There is a soft anxiety in their rhythm
There is so much existence in the waiting

The sun is on the horizon
The chlorophyll feels it
There is rustling excitement
A rush to fulfilled hunger
The photosynthesis receptors

Are deploying
The system is powering to life

I'm grinding my teeth
In the orgasm of the waiting fruition
The draw bridge is lifting
As the flower unfolds into rectitude
I can feel the bees, birds, and butterflies
Awaken for their desire
There is such a symphonic industry