Birds and Bees

Birds and Bees The bunnies hop forever- as do birds and bees but I fear I'm subjugated by this horrible disease. I pick the poets, she loves me not. And I fear I cast my love into oceans naught. Full of fear and pain and haunting death. The screaming is so real now- when will I seek my last breath? Crying all my tears and ripping up my fears in stained glass poetry. I wonder if they'll ever go away, so I fight each day and try. So I fight and I try so damn hard not to cry. For if my tears ever did flow they'd form a bubbling brook that somehow leads to a rainbow. The rainbow is not far from here But still I'm stuck in decades tears. A lifetime spent beyond the bow, I must stay safe here, this I know. For the beyond leads to a passion play, I'll plant the seeds- of love and dust and the deepest trails I'll dream of you and your betrayals even to this day. You left me here from the rain good as dry. And now I cry even seeing a scattering butterfly. For she can stretch her wings and fly beyond the bow. The bluebird catches upon breeze and sings a beautiful song I'm not sure that I know. But among the trees and birds and breeze, You left your mark here known. And in this ancient forest here, I carefully select your tomb. Knowing I may pass this way near, with my brain forever riddled with the nature of your disease. And leave your mark on the path that you have sown.