sometimes there are no answers
for things that die
or wilted flowers
a snowy night
in darkened hours
my fear of heights does hold me higher
petals petals petals
and all the rest our precious metals
glory stones and war smashed bones
we pay the price
to marching tones
from
sissy boys with frilly toys
to
dampened socks
from creak bed rocks
from childhood love
a precious treasure
a softened heart we dare remember