Why A Rose

For ev'ry rose, there's one like you-
perfection with a tint of red.
And it sticks to me like drying glue-
that's everything you've said.

What's in a rose that makes us sigh
and open with a lifted head-
as if I'd only bought you two
and given in to a comfy bed.

So on a quiet resting day
I question what I've said-
what's playing in my heart each day
might be a plague upon your head.

Would you be bold and tell me true
if something did upset?
I question you and lose each day
for questions that have lead

My mind into a bitter spot
and poisoned what I've fed
into your heart and mind alike
and into my upset head.

So for you alone, I buy a dozen
to please my restless thoughts-
I stop and plead with god each day
that a rose would be enough.

In everything I do, a rose
is what compensation leads to
to love, to live, to give a damn
for of ev'ry rose, there's one like you.

The Lilies of the Field

Through the forest of the untainted eye
and under the willow that hides the self
I paddled through the waterlillies there
and thanked god for my health.

The bounty of the cyclops vision
is that it is not blind to anything
it sees both out and through within
and to the table its understanding it brings.

And how do they neither spin nor toil
in nature's perfection alone
that makes them need for only thier soil
lillies can make a home.

What brings this man out to this field,
when he's not busy making his war?
Within himself and what he feels
are the rest things he does like a whore.

He sits upon a throne of thorns
and a bramble crown atop his head
So evening sets and he remembers scorn
and knows without lillies, he'd be dead.

I cross into the great unknown
as I dream with infinate bounds
I smell the lillies, this is truly home
as I hear the godly winds sound.

I am by no means Solemon
and by no means a king of old
nor am I the holy one
who truly can be so bold-

to say behold the lillies of the field
and the birds, how they neither toil nor spin
they let alone the loving sounds and drop thier shields
to let the true heart speak within.

I hear you call on winter nights
as the snow blows across the ground
I know you're there and that you love me too
you're the best thing for me, I've found.

God bless the winter nights and too
god bless the lillies, the heart of you.

The Death of Hope

The dawn fell to dusk again
Last night when I watched the battle.
Dawn said he tripped as dusk took aim
And knocked him from the saddle.

So every day they had this fight
Till last night when the stars never showed
The magic was gone and with it dawn
And that was all she wrote.

Now days go by with forgotten sunsets.
The dream of two riding off into the horizon
The lovers looking off the hill
Is gone and with it dawn.

I dreamed in nightmares of no setting sun
Just morning then night then the day was done
But today I saw the dawn again
And realized I'd never really lost my friend

She'd sit on the hill
Wait on the plains
And leave very quickly
When I never came.

Dusk was still there
Waiting for its time to shine
And all the while "dawn never came!" I'd whine.

And though she put on pretty heirs
I'd never really noticed that dawn was there



And so I lost what little I cared.