november 20, 2024
On flowers and barley
T.S.
Mother and Father always insisted on the importance of growing barley
As I grew older, my ears grew deafer
For I longed to tend to a field of flowers
Free from the banal planes of gold and green that haunted my days
Every night my dreams swirled with the red of Roses to the blue of the May Nights
The dew of the Morning Glories mesmerized me even in my realm of sleep
When it was finally my turn, I thought I had finally got the chance
To make the world of my waking hours
As beautiful as the one I spectated night after night
Only to find
That my hands knew nothing of Beauty