Ikebana

Ikebana…

What order do you restore
in my tormenting life,
gaining my most trusted love.
Around you discipline
emanates with ease,
contenting carefully.

Your talent turns troubles away
peace unconsciously conveyed,
time will heal you state.
Perfect actions seem to
carry the hour with a worth,
driving home the cut.

Within your reason there’s
no rush, your voice calm
but firm, so silences
those with doubt.
Pruning such painful edges
that try to obscure feelings,
returning me from fret’s frown.