Cotyledon — June, 2007
In my loosely soiled mind left tilled
are planted many seeds—
Cotyledons of dreams unfulfilled.
'Hind clouds my Sun took leave.
Yet on this tilled soiled sun once shown
and sprouts from ground broke through,
from merry seeds which had been sown,
ones Sun herself had threw.
Be they clouds of fear or clouds of doubt,
clouds dreams will chase away,
if my precious Sun would just come out
and let me grow her way.
~ topher