Please Come Back Home

Years later the painting was still on the wall
And Marigolds still brightened the front yard,
Dancing as the tea kettle whistled and
Faintly we knew: the Water is ready

But the heart was not
And so the water went lukewarm
And the flowers stopped dancing
Their colors fading like…mountains in smog.
Thy Majesty is choking
Commute stales the air
The endless cycle stops the wind
As we drive to find ourselves
To be true to ourselves
But not true to others

If thou only knows my colors from a distance
Imagination only creates insipid tones
In a once-radiant painting
But come back home
And thou shall see
The Water’s steam
And thou shall see
Marigolds escape captivity

Come back home