Bloomer

[aschueler]

Of course there is salvage.

I wrote this several months ago, and I'm not entirely sure if there's anything to salvage of it.  I've scrapped and redone the last stanza a few times, changed and rearranged in places, only to be more frustrated than contented.

(Bloomer)

Light of night spills over evergreen
   and into me; had to read this line  few times to see if I liked it. I do.  Its odd to have light spill over green and saves from cliche
silver strands swirl beneath my skin.

A lunar hum speaks to me  
    in dreams now, this is an awkard point, moon noise?  Plus are you awake?  
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,   the her is unclear ... Moon?  A person?  Purposely unclear?
    as leaves of great blooming things
turn towards the sun of meadows bright.  I agree with Mercedes, day and night mixed up

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

I thought a lot of these images were quite nice, even pretty.  Worth continued work.

I like your rhymes but scanning the meter seems inconsistent if you were trying for meter.