Sensitivity.

Contrasting Lilies

Lilies, oh lilies,
Your words upon my lips.
As I awake to see the face of truth,
the eyes in which I seek my solace.

For the world was never enough,
and it never will be,
as the time slips pass our stream of consciousness.
Our love dissipates.
Petal.

By petal.

When the fire comes, where will we be?
I seek heaven,
but it is hell to get to heaven.

My sins will not lead me,
your perfection is what burns me.

Lilies, oh lilies,
were we even meant to be?
Maybe I can’t see you,
Maybe you can’t see me.

In the endless fields,
I pray the wind blows.
So that when all is said and done,
your sweet pollen reaches,

Sincerely,
to thee.