Some time when the lilies are all in vases ask me
the lessons I've learned. Ask me in a
picture, Ill give you words. Others
have been remanded, most plucked
away, and some roots hang
by a fray: ask me what is
a lily without the wind?
I will listen as best I can.
You and I will wade and play in
the muddy pond to find them. We know
they used to be there, drowning; and
there were hands to save them, trying
not to touch the petals but forgot us.
What the lilies say, that is what I say.
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
Some time when the lilies are all in vases ask me
the lessons I've learned. Ask me in a
picture, Ill give you words. Others
have been remanded, most plucked
away, and some roots hang
by a fray: ask me what is
a lily without the wind?
I will listen as best I can.
You and I will wade and play in
the muddy pond to find them. We know
they used to be there, drowning; and
there were hands to save them, trying
not to touch the petals but forgot us.
What the lilies say, that is what I say.