We were painting on the ceilings
while sleeping
like into a cocoon was rolled
that we may always
wake up to the most beautifull
nothing which never was.
It is like a wound which heals
for the poison
was drawn out to make the dyes
to always keep mind
on all which could have been there
if but somebody to do for.
It is like a praying mantis instead,
for the prying
it is neither of ours, for concerns;
I am in prayer with you
not before you - like sleeping in arms
in a room with the question.
For It is like privacy - I have none
neither do Thou,
for all secrecy and then to trust -
there is but a conversation
Once I made and created for others;
now I made this for you.
Thankyou too. |