Radiant Blooms in the Embrace of Night

Melody of Blooming

Within the hush where lotus petals rise,
a bloom unfolds from shadow into flame—
blue breath that sings beneath the twilight skies,
gold yearning stitched with red’s unspoken name.

The leaves, like guardians of what must grow,
lean toward the light yet cradle dusk within;
they know the ache of beauty’s ebb and flow,
how grace may dwindle, then begin again.

Each color tells of longing undisturbed,
a tender arc in stillness left to burn.
No haste, no cry, no voice to be unheard—
just form returning feeling, soft and stern.

So bloom, and let your silence be the thread—
the charm of time through petals softly spread.