You were a sweet boy
Tall as the wheat
And I the rose bush
Rambling skyward
Why you drew near, I’d not wondered
Seasons later
Come, I summon,
Skyward again
Back to that hill and together
Standing e’er so near
I’d interrogate you
With a whisper, “My thorns, or my hue?”
I can do this too, hold on
When the weather turns
Watch in awe
Wait
In wonderment, listen
At the end of the frayed, weeknight rope
I can remember the first days of Spring
Out of sheer will
I will recreate
The green
The youth
The primrose, if I choose
What is it, you ask, that ails me
The pain for the colors within
See
Black, brown and white
I've every stripe
Extraterrestrial green
You sense what I mean
Supernatural blue
As too, do you
I have every faith
My Father's told me
The Days won't end, you won't come
I must believe Him
It's a nice place
It's muted, but purposely so
To any who'd wander by, I'd say
To make things make sense
I've worked hard
I've these eyes, after all
There is one thing, though
There is the question of the door
I cannot easily enter
I cannot easily leave
It seems all these words
Tall, Dark and Most Unworthy
Are solely for you
Know that You, Tempter
With fair, yet transparent shell
Are hollow to me
The blush as I stare
Just as hotly checks my soul
Which has sent you off
Precious are these times
So I cast my eyes away
Miles and miles away
Had I spare minutes
I'd give account to your loss
It goes on and on
Damn all that I want
The seconds, their rhythm
How perfect they seem
The song they sing
As though you are here
Championing their entrance
Into the hours, the Days
Don't worry
I see it
I breathe it and speak it aloud into their confused minds
As matter-of-fact as I will
You see, I must
Remind us
We are still We
I see you out there
Though in the hollow
Profile
Side eye
Tail twitching
Up and down the Tree
To distract me away
It won't be
For it is later
You're gone now
Here am I
Lime-lit
Wide-eyed
Still
Holding hope some day
I'll find you back here
Dear deliberate garden
Across the lawn grown long
I ask of you forgiveness
For days of absent song
The week raced past so clever
Don't wonder if I care
I tended needy gardens
And wildflowers there
I vow I'll strike the balance
I'll give and take with you
I'll seek you out to ask your thoughts
We'll praise the morning dew
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