My comments to your colors
Come from my pure white heart
I read you with my eyelids open
And from your words I cannot part
.
It makes me stop and think
Why my words cannot find this art
How does your tongue hurt me so
How do your arrows pierce my heart
.
The way you drip blood from your words
Untangling single flowers into robust bouquets
You expose the morning silence of the woods
Burning fireswords at night coloring in full moon days
.
Oh how I wish I could turn my comments into comets
Scorching the moist out of fresh earth’s rain
Swirling up sunshine mist, mixing with my darkest pain
Dripping down at your feet while leaving that indelible stain
.
But I am just the igniter for the lighters
I am here to watch you grow
You are the true fire fighters
I am just for show
.
And though I molest your every word
So sad of this I am to know
But in your colored words I find
My mind has time to grow
