rai :
(Using my poetry as a way to boost the video — the title is called ‘Out of the Blues.’)
It was a simplistic encounter, nothing more
Than that, was what the Rain Lily thought.
But it wasn’t really what they were thinking
At the time, they viewed it as being unrealistic
Towards the others out of force
And not out of genuinity, like a habitual reputation.
Time runs. It does not care,
Not fundamentally at least, to halt. In their imagination,
They envisioned them. Forget-me-nots surrounded
Their very being, their garden was a forest
Of what seems to be a florist gardener’s dream.
In that moment the Ixia Mabel appeared,
Greeting the newborn petals with their cordial smile.
The peals harmoniously chimed in
A sway of the door’s charismatic manner...
The flowers remained here and there
For a short while. The conversations were nought
In permanence, momentous yet ephemeral
Had it been awhile, missing company
After continual desolation from everything?
Out of the blues, they realized...
Mabel was their favourite bud.
That’s that, that was that feeling—
Admiration. Elation, an emotion. But why would this stir upon them,
Rain Lily... was this your subdued, naïve heart?
Maybe. It just may be that way.
Maybe, to them, they could be moving. Maybe, to them,
They could be blooming. Maybe it was just how it may have been
What was supposed to ‘be’
A constant distance — the thorns were there, after all
It was out of the blues.
Maybe(l), once more, I’ll see you —
(May)bel, this month, I’ll see you —
Maybe, but ‘Time’, could it always be like that?
Beneath and underneath the concealed though integrated
In destiny, with every possibility...
Then it wouldn’t be out of the blues.
May the flowers bloom upon their growth
Naturally and breathing upon
Their very presence, and may this journey
Lead them ahead into florescence.
2026-01-09 14:43:17