On The Outside


How beautiful must it be
To hold your seeds on the outside
Like a strawberry does

To be blue eyed. To have a blue note about you.

How beautiful is the full moon
To show all her craters to every moon-gazer
To rest calm on her sky pedestal

And how beautiful is the child in each one of us
Waiting for a stage to come on

How stupid are the painted masks we wear.

Yet how healing are the turpentine tears
We shed, when no one is about.

Categories: Tags: , , , , ,


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s