A cascade in crimson.
It’s a waterfall of petals.
They fall on you,
They fall on them.
I’m standing right there,
Beside you, and beside them,
I’m not wet.
I’m not wet.
Another infinity,
A different reality,
It passes unnoticed,
I pass unidentified.
Unwet, unsoaking,
In heaven’s greatest delights.
Some truths, mostly scars,
They keep me engulfed.
They keep me dry.
They keep me dry.
Some things,
They’re not for me.
Most things,
They walk away from me.
It’s like I live a half life,
A half smile,
A half lie.
There exists these walls,
These demarcations,
They surround me,
They eat me up.
I’m not allowed to proceed,
Or make a recovery,
Only stand and sink,
Into questions unanswered…
Into ‘’God loves thee’’---
And ‘’God loves thee nots.’’
I don’t know why!
And yet they stand,
They separate me,
Me from you.
Me from them.
Me from heaven’s forbidden delights,
Me from the crimson rain.