She takes photos of flowers in graveyards and no one knows the difference;
they love them no matter.
Flowers never mind where they grow,
be it
a graveyard
a crack in the pavement
a mountain side or a field,
as long as their roots are nourished.
And the sun still shines
and the rain still wets
and wind still blows without pause where
dead people lie.
no fear of life or death;
so the flowers grow and she still
goes and sees that beauty and peace
Abide within.
She told you she would not cry when you
Walked away.
She lied.
She shut the gate behind herself in the
Garden
So you could not see
Her trembling steps;
Her trembling lips.
Her singing voice hid her sorrow.
You never learned her anyway.
Perhaps she will not open to trust
This lifetime.
Perhaps it is so,
But you will not know for your soul has
Agreed to move on.
A little truth.
A little lie.
A dream.
A compromise.
Reality.
Yours and mine.
Lie next to me
In the sweet green grass
And
Watch the clouds defy gravity.
Whisper the truths of your soul to
My heart.
Only you can be the end;
Let the healing begin.
Only you can make a new start.
Feel the energy of the earth
Pulse through your bones
As the last glimmer of light fades away.
Lie in the silence
And
Breath in the magic of life
While
We make a wish
On the first star of the night.
You speak
Softly,
Words
Dripping
With sweet honey.
Pleasant to hear.
Dressed up in delicate finery
And strategically placed
Amongst
Gems and Flowers.
Yet,
No matter how crafty you think you are
Dousing the final presentaion in aromatic fragrances
………………..
A lie
Is still
A lie
Chole Into Diamonds 