May 2010 – Flowers

Just outside the lines
places where the rules can’t reach
dandelions grow

picking lavender
bees all looking at me like
“you gonna eat that?”

when i see flowers
i think of only one thing:
a few more flowers.
proving that she is about
more than just Bacon

In a quiet room
He tends to wilting flowers
And thinks of home

Far off, in heaven
The Angels whisper of it
She leaves him a rose

Into the darkness
The shapeless night of dead souls
Black winter flowers
Scentless, shiver in the breeze
Seek the heart in this madness?

Desperate midnight
The cold wind cuts like a knife
Out on the island

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