Tiny White Flower

In lights bright as have always been,
and dense in variety as gardens you have seen,
moths and all kinds of butterflies,
beetles and creepers and even dragonflies,
throng along all flowers swaying high and bright,
but lies longing all day one tiny herbaceous white.

Worth Every Wait

what that remains at the edge of sights
and solemnly breathes in hopes and sighs
imbued in dreams and desperation alike
and salvaged through the deepest of sleeps
is what to seek and to demand and to fight from fate
and is kept to treasure and is worth every wait.