Canvas Of Love

It crawled from under a big rock,

mouth filled with worms

and bugs and other elements,

it stayed its hand before the anger struck,

no parent could have ever done that,

it said with great care that it loved,

that pain was succumbed to the virtuous,

that Heaven was in a grain of sand,

a Wildflower near the wall of our house,

a pesky snake of androgynous development,

soon to be marred…,

as does all that is different in this world,

it is a cruel state of affairs…,

“These violent delights have violent ends.”

Shakespeare said in Romeo and Juliet,

what a play…,

these passions read unmistakingly,

some even died on a cross,

for who these ties have tied,

those colors glimmer in the blue velvet,

of a sky…,

your carpet is better than mine,

it’s attached to a wall,

so misty and windy and cold,

the night is,

soon to be marred…,

then fixed or healed or resurrected,

again and again and again,

the ghost of our past,

endless bickering,

a stick with meat,

just a stupid way to stay smart,

never smart enough,

only ever waning in comparison,

consciously resting…,

peace of mind and heart 

and letting go…,

and you my fine Oak,

with dying branches and leaves,

ready to sleep…,

then wake again.