Bloom

I'd trust my peace to my hands
So it means I'm no longer terrified
An ultimate territory at last, at least
Too late to wait the sun in that mist

I might follow my fate back
So soon enough I'll know that I'm home
The wind blows slowly "it's time to go"
And I want to go

Now I know all my quiet and spring
And the yearning for a solid soft wind
I've been concealed and lineate
Waiting for the spirit come through
And time and strength to bloom

I see the dream and the nightmare
In either way my eyes are closed
So much energy to mend hopes
So much my wish won't hide away
And it can't fly away

If I give in to my severity
Will this centralize me until I'm one?
In self and outer submission
Enough omission to be ready and done

Oh dear force of nature
Even though I'd be it, I'd still envy it
Judged new, but stale whole

Now that there's quiet in harvesting time
And the yearning for parsley, sage and thyme
I've been conflicting, ingrown and secret
Waiting for the eager to burst in consume
And fight and fate to finally bloom