Amidst the marigolds
She wept Her gaze directed inwards To the backs of her lids No room for the light To come shining on in What was this place She has once called home, Where the squirrels went on scurrying To find last year's fallen plunder And the bluebirds stop to flirt And make love with the passing breeze A home she had left To make room for a house Where eyes sought the truth Between meals from the breast And ears knew no peace Save the fall before sleep For sleep she knew well An escape from dampened walls That never stopped wailing Asking between breaths To find life's real colors When all the world seems just grey For in life there is death And in death there is life With space inbetween To sing the word cherish And listen for the echo Of the house that comes crashing down
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