Bitaro

I seek the sounds of angels in an asylum

Moving pictures in a still frame capturing
intimate feelings and ragged emotions
staring into the eyes of an ancient goddess
singing the songs that once played unadultered

Youth held in the palm of a sorry giant
once so mighty and now withered to the bone
used up and hurting in the birth of winter's snow

Bitterness so sweet it flips the heart
inside, outside, always beating
toward something greater then love and life
always yearning for the gentleness
remaining behind in puddles of salty tears
only to be reborn as vibrant sunflowers