Today was full of daisies

And they’re still blooming i’m assuming by the light of the moon.

And maybe we’re closer than we ever thought to happiness 

My loves

Yet

Stationed near the fear

See its clear that there’ll be daisies

But not , how they shall bloom

And the boon of thought feels angsty as roots grow ever deep,

planted fruit bearing, and never caring,

 or morose for all time

-AmaRose