Diamond Flower
Goddess of the lover's garden,
save my heart; let not it harden.
Soften me with holy petals,
pure, like Noah's faithful dove.
Search throughout your bed, you tell me;
there I'll find a blossom lovely.
Crystal are her fragrant trimmings;
fervent is her floral love.
Eager, I begin my searching;
merrily the jays are chirping.
Am I getting closer to her?
Do they sing because they know?
On I walk, down twisting pathways;
still they sing, those red and blue jays,
happy with my deep frustration
and my ever growing woe.
Feathers fall from lively treetops,
plummeting like colored raindrops,
harboring their pecking laughter;
still they carol cheerful lies.
Damn those fowls and all their feathers!
Dare they mock this pleasant weather?
Still they stare from lofty branches,
waiting for my hope to die.
Goddess, free me from confusion;
break these shackles of illusion!
Let me bask in your white haven;
guide me on my journey now!
Soundly searching every hour
for my dearest diamond flower.
Wait for me my rooted ruby;
wait for my emphatic vow.
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