with bright eyes
A sunflower's dance with the distant sun. A story of growth, tropism, and the beautiful fallacy of a heart that burns while rooted to home.
with bright eyes i awoke,
high in the vault i roamed;
with fallen fallacy i chose,
while, rooted still, she faced to home.
through passing hours, she traced my ardent way,
she drank in silence all my wandering ray;
leading and brightening all along,
while, bound to her, i burned so long.
over the tropism, she dallied the arc,
however, when i lingered back, she feared embark;
reaching the far rim, i dimmed along,
while, bound to her, i burned so long.
the growth led only to shun-
the yearning sunflower, the distant sun.
high in the vault i roamed;
with fallen fallacy i chose,
while, rooted still, she faced to home.
through passing hours, she traced my ardent way,
she drank in silence all my wandering ray;
leading and brightening all along,
while, bound to her, i burned so long.
over the tropism, she dallied the arc,
however, when i lingered back, she feared embark;
reaching the far rim, i dimmed along,
while, bound to her, i burned so long.
the growth led only to shun-
the yearning sunflower, the distant sun.