Crimson and furry colored petals
were glimpsing out above the crystal vase.
I was never happier, as when a man settles
on his fate, and has given up the chase:
I spun around with wet hands and deposited
the vase down on the ready table
and lit a candle behind to make it glow,
positive that all my dreams were in tow:
What seemed well-received was relieved, though, to
deceive and mislead a leader of men
for purposes as fuzzy as a hazy wave,
for questions not even God knows the answer:
I'm limping away unworried though chastened
in my blind reform for men. Amazing.
urbansonnets 