trying to write a poem
isn't done just with trying
cause I've been trying for so long
as long as the bloom as grown
as open as you have been to me
I have tried to be to you
the blossom smells so sweet
with the effort of a stem
thin and strong enough to hold
petals, delicate and light
the color indigo shows with sight
that passes through and gives to
the flower and shows the way that
I've been traveling always, always
on my way to you.