thorns

part 3 Earth

the earth lay still, quiet and waiting
at the tiny drops of blood that flowed

while the wind revolved, unmindful and listening
the hand clasped the thorns with scars that glowed

heaven opened its eyes and looked on
as the palm held on with its last breath

withered, the petals serenaded the coming dawn
knowing too much love and pain brings death.


part 4 Me

i lay for a while dreaming flowers dreams
of thorns and blood that kiss the ground

but i am indoors and nothing is at it seems
so i let the fleeting memories be drowned

if rhyme and reason would wage a war, i thought
i'll be none the wiser standing in the rain

and if love is suicide, as the sages taught
then i may have lived my life in vain

06.24.2003.2.46.p.m.