Blossoming * Under the whispering glow Of a cool and caring Moon, These watchful eyes, Turned inward, Opened as one, To the vastness within; And this velvet garden Of exquisite solitude, Overflows onto you, And from its womb, A vine of night, Coils its way Into the light of day, Offering to the warm Sun, The sighs of stars from beyond, Blooming flowers of eternity.