Testily dancing
About the flowers
Singing in the sun
Tripping upon an
Especially tricky patch
The sky is before your eyes
Even as you fall
The petals like cloth
Imported from heaven
Worn by the gods
I wonder if
Those men who jump
Or stumble
Or are pushed
Over cliffs and off of boats
And from really high balconies
Can see it
The sky
Staring back unblinking
Maybe blue eyed
Maybe grey or purple
Does it fall with them
Or comfort their very last
Terrified thought
I am in the arms of flowers now
And the sky
Is there with me
And looking up at it now
I don't think i would mind
A beautiful blue
Or purple or grey
To be the last sight for
My eyes
Not at all
I really like your style.
I really like your style.
J-Called