roses

Roses are red

violets are blue

lilys are white

what are you?

Can you see it

love in its state

of equinamity

or hate in its

place

trying to seperate

the two like blood and skin

so close when you cut deep

how can you look

into your mirror

and see such sad things

how can you wake up

and feel nothing

so alive is everything

soft and warm

cold and hard

its all here for you

I like to think on it

and trust the idea

that we are space

time and energy

movement and quiet

moving within it all

always

grey skies

or blue eyes

or lashes closed

hearts open

let it be here now

this final awareness

of hope and strength

we are given so much

too many choices

which path to follow

the roses always come

with thorns

the path with rocks

the sky with rain

the sea with storms

and you with your pain

it will follow you until

you choose another way

and are free to find

and see and feel

be

soft like a flower

gentle like the breeze

wet like the earth

whole like the universe

open like the door

to my heart.