L'avenir est un bouquet, by Emilio Leija

Flowers bloom over the chthonic grottoes

Where Oneiroi craft many nocturne plays.

Blossoms called destiny, made of sorrow

Or the will and desire one's mind portrays.

Kronos’ spilled ichor painted those petals

So perfume scented as hope they present,

Yet when lived, on occasion unsettles

Those who theorised what was in the end.

Fate is neither punishment nor reward,

But the consequence of dragging those chains

Nature bestowed, endure, and move forward

To the dream where just kind Eirene remains.

L'avenir est un bouquet is whispered

By unmourned souls whose poor life was withered.

About the author:

E. Leija is a Mexican artist who has been writing poetry for 7 years and loves blending ancient lore and art within the verse with inspiration such as Hesiod, Ovid, and classic literature forms. He’s currently delving into the world of multilingual poetry and loves learning about language background and its beauty.