My Sunflower

Seeking the right in the depth of the night,
Lies a sunflower who glimmers with light.

In dark of the sun at the peak of noon day,
Lies a blind being who’s lost on his way.

He daftly moves forward each step to the scent,
As olfactory senses are carefully rent

From every cell that inside of her breathes,
Given so freely to all of his mess,
The mess that his dark soul instinctively seized
The end so much more than the sum of what’s left.

An accurate measure and faithfulness test.
His betrayed broken heart is open to none.
The flower seeks and reassembles the best 
While the beauty they shared is reduced down to one.

The one doesn’t actually gain any prize
For collecting the pieces of what’s left behind
The one is instead reduced to the size 
Of a disordered mind that pined on toward what’s kind.