Sunflower Myth

I walked a path unknown. Through mystery, through stone. Paintings on the

wall, some weep, some glow. Stories in the colors only I

could know. Eyes were watching, skies were wide. Nature whispered, "Come inside."

I reached for something I could feel. A texture true, a love that's

real. Didn't buy one, I bought two. Bracelets humming something true.

One like a lizard shedding skin. Old to new, let the light in.

You're my sunflower, turn into the sun. My grace, my fire,

the only one. Even your silhouette lights my sky. I'm back on track,