The First Flowers

The shipless oceans
Wave back at me
I strap on my heart again
After too many stonings

Once again the moon lives
In the center of the earth
It absorbs and breathes
All my buried feelings

A new world must come
Out of the unspoken words
The confusion and confessions
Out of these storms of mine

The voice of the first flowers
The smell of their whispering
The murmured “yes” after the absence
Oh I dance on the waves again

- Sam Endavour