I tell you,

This life, it takes and takes;
Of this, we all must get a grip.

With each new birth, I tore apart,
With gaping cervical rips.

And though I fed you long ago,
No longer can I hold you to my breast;

For now, is the time that you must go
And stand upon two legs.

I tell you, go, you must nourish yourself.

Grapes flew like amethysts across the sky;
Blood sprayed and drops fell like rubies in my eyes;
And diamonds of tears will flow, that cannot be denied.
But, it was only alloy, not gold, the setting was a lie.
Where, now, are your pearls of wisdom?

Life is just uncertainty
Everything, a mess
The alternate thing is only death

Run your fingers through my hair
And rest
Answers are everywhere

Flow water eddies
Glide on oily surfaces
Blossom you will die

Stand near the cotton candy maker;
What a carnival atmosphere!
Sugar permeates the air,
    
We breathe; moisture glistens on our skin,

The taste briefly lingers on the tongue. Yet,
The thing sweetly desired obtained
Becomes a sticky mess.

Marsh lilies will open only in darkness
And last just a few brief hours in the night.
So, the bees are up early before the light
To drink their fill of the gifts of sweet nectar.
 
Miniscule Thumbelina frogs float on water lily pads
And sleep inside, cradled in sacred blossom beds;
Which bloom, opening with the morning sun
So that each might drink in the sun's sweet rays.

Day begets night, night begets day.
Thumbelina frogs sleep, wake; Marsh &Water lilies bloom
Refreshed with the dripping of heaven and drops of dew.
With each turn of the earth, the cycle starts anew.

Stand near the cotton candy maker;
What a carnival atmosphere!

Sugar permeates the air we breathe;
The taste briefly lingers on the tongue.

Yet, the thing sweetly desired obtained
Becomes a sticky mess.