Flower heads

Where I had lain  for many dreamy hours.
But when I dressed this self-same sun had fled

Like a bulb in  winter soil seems dead
I lay inert, a lifeless withered  flower
This sun enticed me from my winter bed

I lay  in weakness like  one who’s been bled
But  with my heart, I wished  for summer bowers
Though when I dressed, flirtatious sun had fled

What is shown us, sometimes can’t be said.
The language of the heart its truth declares.
This sun  aroused me from unmoving bed

Who can’t be pushed may  yet be gently led.
The language of the body plays its share
Though when we dress, unfaithful sun is sad

What do bulbs feel when they reach the air?
What do flowers feel when they are  first bared
Warm sun entices all from winter beds
And when we dress .let’s muse on  flower heads.