Of Flowers and Of Ardor

This flower grows beside the river Ardency

Beauteous, blue, and bright

Her petals unreachable and rare

A radiant blossom reaching splendorously

Toward the brilliant sunburst

One drop, fatefully fallen

Upon the longing stream

Set its course ablaze with ardor

A burning brook, blazing brightly

Ravished by the fire of heaven

The river’s run now arduous

Flowing toward an unseen sea

An infinite deep its flame might quench

Across the desert lone and vast

Its beds evaporate and thirst

Beneath the bluest waters

The river yearns for the deep blue dome

Yet cannot view that glorious arc

Without gazing upon the flower Ardent

Beauteous, blue, and bright

Beneath the burning heaven

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Steven Holland

August 23, 2012