I Tremble Like Dying Flowers
previously published in Royal Rose Magazine and in my book the Cartoon Diaries
I wrote you this ballad this morning
As your brown eyes slept away yesterday’s stress
Can I present you rich daisies and oils?
When Our minds can never really rest,
Of Course, I can write of the past
And all the crumbling rocks that cut like a good-bye.
But I want to be your strength
Instead of your fog in peril build,
A trembling dying daffodil
I want to wipe away a tear with confidence
And bring you the hands of Jesus in this fence.
We must break through
To touch the skins of heaven.
I want to swim,
I want to wipe these oceans over
This sadness, this anger
Drown those greedy seeds of cities.
They continue to grow that oppressive dirt
And I whisper words of I love yous
As you continue to sleep like a peaceful baby bird
And no Winter withering, of flowers
Impervious to the narcotic chills
And flowers dress out of its manic swaying,
All my crutches and bandages hold them up like a miracle for you.
The best I am, and can ever be
Is your damaged masterpiece.
Don’t throw this one out.
photo by Silvestri Matteo (unsplash)