When you were a baby
Just a small little sprout...
You bless the Earth with your soul,
gracing the lost wonders polluted...
You were old.
I could tell by scars and...
Delicate colorful butterflies interlace
With each direction turned they flutter...
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...
You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree...
Flowering green Earth
Bearing devourable fruit...
Night born skies
delivered within majestic fantasies...
Now burns the stillness of thoughts.
Be my enemy...
Again. The search
will start...
"I'm so tired of performing
in the pageantry of vanity...
I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...