You melted your every wish for me,
molding a small outlook of our love...
I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...
Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...
Evolving time decays around your touch
months of raspy birth breaking through...
Where could you be,
oh frazzled piece...
I am the soul of this town,
feeding ostracized families...
The fire through the demeanors of others
puts my rising thought to shame...
We are all called to live a holy life
whether by taking vows of celibacy...
What would happen
if all our decisions...
She entrusted billowing notes
to be interpreted by migrants...
Do you know?
Before I succumb to wandering skies...
What You have done
is not taught at dawn's...