Bloomer

[Adoran]

(Bloomer)

Light of night spills over evergreen
   and into me;
silver strands swirl beneath my skin.

A lunar hum speaks to me
    in dreams now,
in visions of what’s always been.

Mapping patterns into my mind,
    behind my eyes, 
and beneath the tides.

I reach for her now in the night,
    as leaves of great blooming things
turn towards the sun of meadows bright.

As by dark’s descent, my petals unfold
    giving way to her heavy pull,
the light of her; her steady glow.

Hello there! I noticed this poem holds great eloquence within the creative use of imagery. I am especially fond of the first line,  how the image of moonlight spilling, as if by accident, over evergreen, something always so cheer, and into me; my interpretation of it is as a metaphor for unexpected sadness. Beautifully done. My next favorite lines are from the third stanza, however I was a little uncertain of the word phrase "Mapping patterns..." perhaps a call to repetitive thoughts or behavior, like how history repeats itself? I don't think it is too abstract, just a misinterpretation of my own mind and your cleverness; nonetheless, my favorite lines are the following: 

...behind my eyes, 

and beneath the tides.

The brilliant bedding of the words and their meaning is really genius! Behind the eyes, of sadness and in a emotional ocean, there is something causing the tides to rise, and thus, he cries.

Where as for where you wanted to go with this entire poem, I am unclear, but if you enlighten me I will be happy to give you some more useful feedback, rather than my praise.