He was smiling, finally;
All the audience are chanting:
"I love you; We
Are always here, waiting!"
He finally saw roses,
Petunias, Lilies, Tulips---
All the flowers he loved; more or less,
All for him; for a smile on his lips.
The audience wept, and wept,
And repetitively chanted the
Roaring feelings they kept;
As they kiss the glass, above his head.
Sadly, he couldn't hear
What he had wanted to hear
When he was not in a coffin;
When it was not too late.
YOU ARE READING
Petals & Dust
PuisiP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
