When you said
You did not know
I did not know
That you felt like
An empty shell
If I could fill this space with flower gardens
And mistletoes
If we spread some glitter
On the shell
Would you teach me again
How to water the orchids?
I like what remains. Like sediment, Ash and an echo. This is a forum to talk about that which remains.
When you said
You did not know
I did not know
That you felt like
An empty shell
If I could fill this space with flower gardens
And mistletoes
If we spread some glitter
On the shell
Would you teach me again
How to water the orchids?
You ask me
Why is there no black in the rainbow
I say because where is black there is no light
But
Perhaps you and I should reinvent rainbows
Because we know that for there to be light
One has to find blackness first
And next time you think
I can’t do it
Look at the sunflowers
Surviving on a cold autumn day
And on the fallen leaves
Which help the children
trimlumphantly
And noisily
Run on a smooth-though-rough
Carpet
Like life
You tell me
Let’s go to the sky
And back
Let’s travel to the other places, far away
But the furthest I have travelled
Is beside you
At your bedside