Poem entitled "Blackest Bloom" (Even in darkness love can exist...)

Blackest Bloom -Lisianthus Nigrescens

I forgot. In all the realms of shade, shadow and clandestine hues of the world that many fear to intimately know, can exist love that passionately shines as the sun at mid-day. So vibrant can love be, even in the darkest hours of the soul.

I was reminded that a heart can unfold and glorify another in the most ebony of nights singing promises of forever as the moon and stars dance like the notes of shimmering melodies suspended in the sable expanse of the black firmanent that is night.

Lo and behold, even in obscurity and oblivion a heart can bloom. The lost can love with equal ferocity as those that are found. The blackest bloom is the sweetest bloom for those wandering the corridors of the abyss can love with an open and passionate heart, innocently and fearlessly, even more so than some who vie to find love in the light.

In a realm filled with quidam and faceless acquaintances, a world of tenebrous intents and dubious agendas, I have seen a man give his heart to the one he loves without reservation and without fear of unwelcome outcomes. How can the flower that is his heart beat so fiercely and bloom in the absence of the very light that bathes us in life?

I forgot that love itself is self generating and immortal. True love is given and returned. True love is to love both lightly and deeply and is in the very recipe of forever. Love is truly unconditional and is the root of all forgiveness. True love is absolute and timeless.

In the deepest, dank, chthonian recesses of my soul I have never thought to look for beauty. I never thought to look for something that could be loved by another. How could it exist in such a bleak and despair filled chasm? I thought.  Until a long time friend reminded me, love grows much like the Lisianthus nigrescens, La fleur de mort (The flower of death.), drinking light but never reflecting it, holding it, within itself for all time. The blackest bloom is a heart opened by love in the darkest of hours. The darkest of times and the darkest of realities and worlds.

Imagine how strong and unyielding one must be to love as hard as others hate in a world where love is synonymous with convenience, lust and more often than not, easily discarded affection.

It is as to exalt the divine to speak the secrets of your affections and longings to the captor of your very being. Chained with in the murky depths of ambiguity and vague possibility one can be aweless and inspiring in breaking the bonds of equivocal emotions and declare your love in triumphant freedom.

Imagine how strong and unyielding one must be to love as hard as others hate in a world where love is synonymous with convenience, lust and more often than not, easily discarded affection.

I forgot. In all the realms of shade, shadow and clandestine hues of the world that many fear to intimately know, can exist love as passionate as the sun at mid-day. So vibrant can love be even in the darkest hours of the soul.

I was reminded that a heart can unfold and glorify another in the most ebony of nights singing promises of forever as the moon and stars dance like the notes of shimmering melodies suspended in the sable expanse of the night sky.