Poema Para Las Flowers

The cry of his heart yearning for love.

Whether an anthem for his mom to love him,

Or a cry for help.

No one would ever know.

Know what, however?

Who knows.

All he knows is his is heart yearning to be loved.

Yearning to be loved by someone that can help him evolve.

Rather than cry and cry his poem left unheard for the flowers.

And tune left unheard by his guitar.

A love far beyond the reach of the moon.

A love that becomes breakfast at noon.

A love for a flower to help him bloom.

Or he helps the flowers bloom.

One may never know.

But, know now they shall.

For the flowers must bloom.