You hear what is explained to you
But you don’t care about the meaning
You want to see the beauty
Quiet, still, and painted pretty
Clean, pale, and lonely.
[You are the tulips
Fragile, bright and bursting;
She is the winter
Cold, long and enduring]
You believe the invisible one sees you
Through the blood and dirt of time
Just you it sees
Through the flood of tears
Shed for others like you,
Who buried her behind their eyes,
Who she wrote to in her special code
To resist, To rise
Quietly, powerfully: As Is.
[You are the tulips
Fragile, bright and bursting;
She is the winter
Cold, long and enduring]
Soft flesh of rainbow petals
explode from the powder white snow;
The Earth keeps turning
She always knows when it is time to go.
You are the dust and seeds and other dead things
Cradled in her howling winds.
Tulips wilt and crumble,
Winter never ends.
