Can I Bloom And believe that Despite ashen and tarnished shadows Even if built of bricks and sticks and stones Even if seeded in the Antarctic, Gobi or Sahara Perhaps from the jaded, I could gush lush turquoise and emerald leaves Maybe amethyst and marble, alabaster and opal could blossom I might sprout topaz and sapphire, garnet and pearl petals And shoot from jet bleakness and dark matters Grow up from anthracite and obsidian Sprinkled with stardust Sown with sunbeams Dappled with dew I could flower I can