Liquid Petals

One tear, falls away, grippingly and gravitational,

yes, she knows there's nothing to say

She will not give away, rejoining her own kind

she won't find them, she will be them

Cloudy where we lay, just another puddle, occasional

what is there to say? again, inked in pen

I don't know, identities regained in these crowds?

do lovers sway self balancing sounds?

Enough battlegrounds, I've seen too much of them

so many rounds before I found meaning

In my directing line. Screaming in my quiet sign,

static and grey, it is drawn in the ceiling

drowning the unmailed opus, the two of us

looking in, we could see who was my lotus.

But don't blossom. Stay.