Flower blooms in the night

Petalled velvet coy and shiver,
in snowflakes’ rippling white
threading airs of night’s winter 
on strands of His breaths;
dreamy necklaces come alive tonight
adorning my flowers: shy
and their virgin smiles.

All along the day
coiled inside, closed from outside glares
the lilac lilies slept,
folding patterned petals forming
a hexaflexagon’s silken surface
shining back every expel from the sun.

Orbed bursts of heat and hate
cloaked little buds of hope
shutting close a life on the rose,
light of day forcing yellow on red.

Waiting it’s wings in penance
for the night to return in respite, 
sweating fragrance welled inside
will cover the mist in sudden flocculence.

Sixteen stances be unveiled,
each of them in His name
a tribute to Creator’s creation,
still again in gay abandon
as the mortal earth passes the night
being a blissful garden of Heaven.