beneath the sleeping chapel that was me
enwrapped within tranquility so sweet
I waited there, beside our favourite tree
perchance by fate again, this night we'd meet
I held within my hand a daisy white
and spun it, as I'd seen you do before
so sweet, and violet black the sky of night
I closed my eyes and counted up to four
i opened eyes surprised--chagrined
to see the same I'd seen, again.
I closed my eyes in pray renew
to capture what I'd lost of you.
Simple silences aware
Unbalancing of scales beware
and every thought I thought was new?
was but the tilt of beam, askew.
the ravage of a heatwave down its path
created for me hatred of the moon
it burned my skin, in prejudice and wrath
I clutched myself, and hoped you'd be here soon
reflection in the daisy's weary glare
that titled down, provoked my sight, and dried
to satisfy my eyes I stripped them bare
and watched the creature shrivel as it died
I am lonely in my loss...
one petal fallen--such a cost...
to see it dry and spin in air
as if there was no life to care
and no weight of soul to spin
A feather light--denial's sin--
The silence of a cry's despair
in weep of heaviness of air.
but still beneath the chapel, shutting down
my body ached, my insides shredded out
the pain ran o'er my body as a gown
and cleansed me of my everlasting doubt
and as the petal wept and hit the earth
so, too, my hopes and memories of you
fell flatly at my feet, for all they're worth
then melting in the blades of grass and dew
And all my hopes become compost--
becoming one with ghost of host.
[This message has been edited by Allan Riverwood (edited 05-20-2001).]