My friend,

beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

for lo and behold

the apple of my eye.

A flower born of moonlight,

Emerging from the earth as one of its kind

Unique from its own kind.

Petals, blue of shade, mysterious and beautiful

wrapped in thorns

knowing, for its own protection, defense against a hostile world

All on its own, all alone in the wilderness.

For once upon a time I came to see it there.

Pricking my fingers as I picked it up gently.

I held it before the gods as the most precious.

It blossomed in my hand and I smiled most gratefully.

Healing my scars and dulling its thorns for me.

Blooming in midnight, the soul for me to see.

Heart in the moonlight, compassion it gave to me.

Peace in the mind, no longer worried about what could have been

My friend,

It's fun to dream...