Dream For Daze

Flowers hidden under covers, roots beneath the blankets 

of a coldly earth and bitter winter 

waiting for their springly mother 

to release them from their comforter 

But now the flora is comatose 

blossoming only in icy rose, 

that dominates this dreadsome place, 

what coarsely, cruelly captivates  

the yonder lonely garden gates. 

What for rain, for clouds of stains 

on summer sky that I would pay, 

to be rid these ghoulish days! 

chalky grains that fall-cascade, 

death to dirt, pestilence to petals, 

wintry war has marred earth to metal, 

a milky substance that is ungrown, 

because it is simply too cold. 

Dream for daze! And dazed to dreams, 

obliterate how I perceive, 

of pessimistic colder things! 

I'll see the skeleton trees 

with a brand new type of leaf, 

like teardrops clear and meandering 

down bark that's only napping, 

The flowers are growing, roses of ice, 

on a ground so rich and ripe 

so full of frozen and fertilized, 

I see it now, I realize.