What Blooms Will Fade
What Blooms Will Fade
by: Jesse Van Horne
As soon began the bloomin'
then too began the fadin'
o' the marching toward the chasm of
the failing in sustaining
Yet as the flowers show us
there's a dimming of the chorus,
a breaking to our pieces in
the cycles and the rust
So before you get to wailing
be it known that round its coming,
as the thunder and the lightning
feed the seeds that bloom again
There's a constant season shifting
more a folding than a breaking
like the pouring and a placing in-
between the cracks of time
And though tempting be an answer
I remind you soul to wonder
at the sky and all that's under,
at the blazing of the Sun
Whether crying, whether dancing,
with your wings and to be spinning
dipping down and flipping, grinning
breaking free on open sky
No sooner than you feel it,
does the mystery conceal it,
and the vastness opens, swallows,
gulps you back inside the dream
May your consciousness be prevailing
in this roaring storm a churning,
there's two things weren't made for folding
spread your wings, open your eyes