but what if?

i thought about what one

might learn in a weekend short

concerning this his soul,

and found a box quite big enough

for a piece of fruit, an apple,

laying upon that counter bare

with top tightly in place

heart growing slow,

eyes closing softly shut,

when i thought

oh please save me.

but what if?

and so, what if i like a flower

petals knowing only the time

to bloom, when honey bees will

come along with the rain,

petals plucked free falling

to the ground so bare,

with me missing the words,

trying with this and might

to find the feeling you gave.

to me upon receipt of rapunzel’s hair,

where i dared the shears of witchery

in that old and stuffy station room,

cobwebs and dusk dark begging

toward the street’s light.

suddenly the curtains thrown

aside by whirling spirit

dervishes, with wild secrets,

coming to play,

windows thrust open.

a torrent outside inside came

flashes bringing light to dust

gusts pushing across the room,

and then out the door

sprung open against

hinges strained

barely able to withstand.

then amongst the chaos

thunder clap God whispered

above it all–wake up my dear.

with that cold freezing rain

whipped across the face, and

making tight upon life,

the one moment like this

is all you or i shall ever need!

keeping the window open to the storm

rushing in, i would rather be bruised,

heart battered pierced and cut

deep by love’s ache, than by angry

heart draped bare and nothing there.