Rose snipped from thorns
Still another grows
… yours dies,
You look too far
For beauty.
Walk over earth,
No place to dig,
You search too far
for gold.
Questions rise
Past your throat,
Seeking answers
Closer than the vein
In your neck.
Tear at your clothing
For the truth
Naked to the world,
Immodest
Toward yourself.
Against your eyelids
Dreams are played
Fear to wake,
To look too far.
Darkness
Holds as many stars
Lit within your chest,
You look too far
….For light.
