Tiny the Grass and Green

 

Tiny the Grass and Green

(“But as for me, justified, I will behold your face; when I awake, your presence will satisfy me.” Psalm 17:15)

Tiny the grass and green,
finally the sun and shone.
Dropping the death and doors,
hoping the waves and curl.

Closing obliquely fell along with
shadow the dusk and sigh.
Flowing the pray and knees,
slowing the song and final.

Lullaby me,
beside me chair your sweetest stare
at the scent of yellow, the rose and petal.
Inside the forest and tree,
reside the mirror and me,
stopping the wound and cut,
just at the moment, just when the shut
measured in and remeasured out,

The portrait and the face.