priest (for the ones who seek forgiveness)

[sallekhana]

a flower sleeping in the yard;
a painted sonnet,
embarrassed byits honesty
i stepped down on it.

purity and innocence
muffled by my
unsatisfied feet.

so i went inside to get some rest
but couldn't find it.
all my thoughts so unsepressed
of beauty crying.

mother nature
hides her breast
refusing feeding,
wishing i wasn't there.

pianos balance on a sofa
in the room where
blue tulips on the table
gasp for the air.

autumn leafs come rushing in
but leave out mumbling,
"its the only way they can be seen."

on a string out in the meadow
they lay waiting
hoping to be picked up
by the wind and taken,

all their hopes and dreams
are dashed away and sailing.
if only they had stayed inside.

as for me i'm layed up
in a bed and seating,
cut up by a fever
of open endings,

caught up like a dream
in the corner catcher,
fighting to stay alive.

in and out of tubs
made of icey water,
wrapped up and in love
with the glowing heater.

all the things that disappeared
are coming back now,
its all i need to survive.

i wake the sleeping flower
and fix its petals,
give it all my honesty
until i'm settled,

go inside and get some rest
and wake up
satisfied.

mother nature comes to me
but i set her down,
"i am not quite ready
so keep me winged for now."

play the pianos
make love on the sofa,
water the blue tulips
till the spring is almost over,

go outside and rake the leafs
and tell them that
there's better ways to be seen.

then i cut the line,
let the sheets romance in the wind.
sometimes you have to go outside
if you ever wanna win.

now we can go to sleep
feverless in bloom.
sweet dreams to you...too.