Thorn

what is it that we think tonight?
about burying some pain deep within,
but,
(inner laughter)
that seems to keep popping back up.
and again.
But no,
it has helped;
unless insanity masks my dreams of course.
I bent down to admire this life,
and the rose bit me.
Damn her then; no?
and so searing poisons course through my veins.
in vain.
Tragically I fall at the feet
of such a one that I would meet
and prosper us and ignore the world.
Take this heart over the rose,
She’s not worth the pains.
And climbing vines of centuries past
seek understanding
in their mystical knots.
oh yes, so contained-
(inner laughter)
But WHAT!
it does not matter now!
This heart,
grey heart of gold.
ah, and God is Love.
I’m still watching:
I want a piece but not a face-
I want a face without a glance-
I want a glance out of pure ....well,
I’ll keep that to myself.
My love for you makes me smile,
through these tears.
maybe it’s the alcohol:
but I know it’s not,
it never was.

(c) David Griffin Brown 1997

Thorn what is it that we think tonight? about burying some pain deep within, but, (inner laughter) that seems to keep popping back up. and again. But no, it has helped; unless insanity masks my dreams of course. I bent down to admire this life, and the rose bit me. Damn her then; no? and so searing poisons course through my veins. in vain. Tragically I fall at the feet of such a one that I would meet and prosper us and ignore the world. Take this heart over the rose, She’s not worth the pains. And climbing vines of centuries past seek understanding in their mystical knots. oh yes, so contained- (inner laughter) But WHAT! it does not matter now! This heart, grey heart of gold. ah, and God is Love. I’m still watching: I want a piece but not a face- I want a face without a glance- I want a glance out of pure ....well, I’ll keep that to myself. My love for you makes me smile, through these tears. maybe it’s the alcohol: but I know it’s not, it never was. (c) David Griffin Brown 1997