Saints and Sinners

All thorns seek turning toward the white cloud To bloom in some green blue and pink flower And feel the touch of human black eyes loud Or become leaves moistened in the shower So do sinners as their compensation To look like the blue sky and smile likewise But to most it is a remote ocean A few can get those crystals of peace ice This way some may be like Saint Teresa Others remain both a saint and sinner As dictated by their amygdala Some seek healing some himself a healer We are amalgams of sinner and saint A black and orange in an image quaint ----------------------------------------------------------- 28/10/2016