Flaws in Full Bloom

One summer night under the cloak of black

That engulfed the evergreen wisps on Nature’s breast

That awakened the tired cricket claque,

And put Notus to rest,

There we saw the arrows of color skimming past our complexions,

Crafted by Artemis to set the night sky afire,

And adorn the still waters with painted reflections

Of the firework display we so admire.

“Sad man, we are surely like flowers and fireworks” I bade,

“For like a flower,

Fireworks bloom beautifully and fade,

And under the harsh sun and tempests they cower.”

But on my lap he lay,

And uttered the strangest things:

“Ah, that truth may not be so astray,

But even if only a moment it brings,

Bloom by my side,

And when you fade away,

Do so by me abide.”

My foolishness I realized in cascades.

This love I remembered,

And like an angel choir serenades,

I bestowed resurgence upon the core of our embers.
 

“You are right, forgive me my love,

Right and left are mine imperfections,

And flaws thou are not free of,

Thus, alone, you and I are home to defections.

But as long as Time will allow,

Under Aphrodite and Ares we will dwell,

To work together for those flaws, I vow,

And together, we create the perfect main character, our flaws we quell.”

Soon the booms of the fireworks were no more,

And the waters that were once full of color over,

The canvas of the night sky became yore,

The world finally entered darkness and slumber.

But the light of our love remained bright

As we revisited the definition of our bond,

In the midst of the night,

Flaws in full bloom and beyond.