Marigolds & Wine

Leo remembered a winter so cold
Candles lit for the young and the old
Karina didn't know how to respond
She sat there in the dark and despond

Familiar faces appeared at Leo's door
Not knowing what for, a science and the art
Of sight and other, true language suspended through the night
Karina still wondered, was this just a bad moment in Post Meridiem?

Behind the pause & thought, elaborate piano keys
A ticking of the clock, is it too much to ask for
The number and the dial, to slow down for awhile
How do we ask questions converging

Divulge into waves of arguing that soon are lost at sea
I lose sight of the other and eleven soon becomes we
An island floating in the abyss, a liquid fiber pill distills all the shit
Tells me to chill and I walk away feeling like seven

Days until the next day and the next and I lose
All senses; depriving my mind of your bread crumbing love
you see the question with love, is who has stolen me from myself
I was the Trouvère from the North, composing something in verses

A drop of internal bleeding fills up the puppet's VTA
Was it today that I would be dreaming
The story of a paradise lost from yesterday
Feel the wonder of the nucleus caudate

Sitting at table, Karina sits with dopamine fables
I fail to struggle to be asking in the foggy mountains
Alone with my perception and paranoia
I'll wait until the sandy beaches cover these afflictions

What do you do when your heart bleeds for someone
Whose heart feels for another?
Leo and I were the one, a Trouvère writing the untold
We were the marigold thriving in the full sun

And I poured the wine too early for eleven to notice
Attracting color and light inside the bottle she came
Drank me all up until there was nothing
Now part of you pours out of me

These lines to lines are my therapy
Stanzas out of nothing tell of nature's three leaves
Staying away from feeling the sting
I close the petals to the most invasive

Now the seed shall grow  
And underneath, I'll weep for the ground that lay below
Raíces (roots) to hold this wine is
Sunlight held together by time  

Water sits like this at the table with Seven
Waiting for the miracle and the obscenity
and melting camembert in the morning
To make time stop in the lyrical infinity

Sola gratia gratus animus
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Grace alone is a grateful soul