From his silent cry
I should have heard
The deafening mutterings
Of that forbidden word
The voice inside of him
That from nowhere came
Had enslaved his body
And dressed his spirit with pain
For he knew it was time
To take his last stride
In the shoes of a man
Who had fostered false pride
And to me he wept
Unmasking his fears
Of embracing a truth
He’d suppressed for years
Now in his eyes I see
A deep green sorrow
That binds us together
As it will be mine tomorrow
Let me ask you this my masked friend
What see you from where you stand?
The fleeting glimpse of a sapphire star
Or the lasting hold that you have on my hand
My garden is bare
My garden of potential
Where did you go to?
Did you fly away with my butterflies
My precious butterflies, who merely sought a quiet place to rest
Or did you crawl away with my caterpillars
My dear sweet caterpillars, who only longed for the seclusion of my grass
Maybe you were blown away with my tulip petals
Oh my gracious petals, who desired but a sanction for love
My garden, my love
You are now so barren
For without my ants, what has become of purpose?
Without my flowers, what has become of growth?
And without my evergreens
Oh my brave evergreens, what has become of the past?
Only rain visits my garden now
Oh bitter sweet rain – tell me
Are you droplets from the heavens or you are tears of my soul?
Fragmented lives
All tossed and stirred
Into one great collage
Each layer whilst unique and rare
Form a binding decoupage
