this reminded me

by foolish_Paeter

Posted to Utterances on 2002-12-11 21:15:00

Parent message is 337431
of a poem I wrote.

No. 17 (for B___ and M___ and everyone else in the world)

i turned back to page number four,
and you’ll never guess what i found.

two spirits leapt out of the page,
and they gave their hearts to eachother,
telling the other how beautiful it was,
how beautiful, how wonderful, how splendiferously
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspeverything-to-do-with-nothing
and they went on, and on, andonandonandon
about everything and kissing and holding and loving and
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspeverything
and it was all grand,
and it made me smile,
and made me laugh,
for they had done this all in my plain sight
and there is one prettiest sight in all the universe,
and that is a heart spread wide open to the skies, and it doesn’t care who sees
and prettier than that still,
is only two hearts spread open, spread open by themselves
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspand eachother
and everyone is smiling on the outside,
because everyone is smiling on the inside,
and that is It:
the way everything the way it should be.

and i want to meet those two spirits,
and i want to give my heart to both of them;
not as the sort of lover they were to eachother,
but as a lover in the shakespearian sense;
as another human being.
because i want that kind of love.
i want to take myself wide open and let my soul flow out,
and we could share everything inside it that is good and
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspglad,
and the sadness could all just flow away,
like the rain that’s never there on a sunny day.
because where i live,
i am a Daffodil
growing all alone
in a Wasteland of asphalt.
and i feel like a Rose must feel,
with too much sun, with no water, without other Roses.
oh, and we’re all flowers, every one
but mostly the ones i’ve met are tiny flowers too afraid to
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspbloom,
or flowers whose petals were all plucked off,
and then they grew their petals black,
and became Forgive-Me-Nots and Morose Roses
and if you let them they’ll choke your roots out with their
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspbrambles
because they’re bitter and no one gave them a chance
but I’M a Wild Springflower, and i want to bloom out full
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspto the sun
and because of these two spirits i saw,
i know i’m Not the only one.
and we’re not exactly the same kind of flower,
because we do so many different things
but we’re flowers of the same season,
and deep inside, somewhere we’re the same.
because we’re all flowers, every one
and i want to go to Their flowerbed, where i’d be free to
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspbloom
and i wish everyone else could learn how
and could be there with us too.