the blue muse

Sometimes, it feels as if I’ve been waiting all my life.

Of course, that never stops me from reaching for the sky,
leaning towards the sun, growing.

There is so much optimism in the bud of a flower.
You can see the anticipation, the reaching out.
In truth, a blossom is only the means to an afterlife.
A way to carry on.
To pass one life to another.

I hope when the time comes,
I have enough sense to soak up the light,
smile, and bloom with grace.

The seeds left behind will be an offering.

Of love.

Of possibility.

Of hope.

Everything I need.