To Give it Meaning


The petals of your rose are dark blue and midnight black
Even as you open up you feel there's something that you lack
The fact that you are dark in hue
Stays, no matter what you do

And you love the things that look like you--
Dark and soft and beautiful
Where pain means things are meaningful
And pain is all you seem to view.

(It only seems matters to the few.)

You break your rhymes and change your times
As you open to the sun
But like a flower you dont care to move,
afraid of being on the run.
And even when you arent afraid your roots dont seem to grasp
The energy that lies beneath,
the One Thing that should last.

It (only) makes sense to the few
but what are we to do?

I suppose we just keep watering the roots there underneath
and point up to the sunlight (where the petals of the Deep 
blue rose
Stretch and open out
Like an opening of hearts
and a gathering around)
So despair not in these winters when you cannot see the sky
Sometimes a rose can fathom not
(the) Essential how and why.


~Mika, June 27th, 2003.  To Jonathan McNeil