I dance
through a field of flowers.
Colors, beyond imagining,
sway for miles in a sea
of bubbling, roiling, churning light.
The air is thick
with the intoxicating scent
of a billion buds.
The leaves and petals
catch my hands and feet,
pull on the edges of my clothing,
beckon me to lie down
in this bed of indulgence.
Plead with me to make a pillow
of these shafts of colored light,
to close my eyes so they can lead me.
Lead me far away,
open my eyes to the place
where the light is gone
and the flowers are black
and charred.
Where their heads hang
and their thorns
tear at my hands and feet,
beckon me to lie down
in this bed of denial.
Plead with me to make a pillow
of this black fog,
to close my eyes
so they can lead me away.
