You Are The Lion, The Lamb

Your eyes are hidden by your mane

(Both of them, completely.

I often wonder how you see)

And your thin little chest so proud

Seems to me

To be out a little in a gesture of pride.

And yet you lost it all

When you told me you were sorry.

Your voice just barely below sea level,

You spoke tones of a deeper space.

When you lost it all

(Your head hanging lavender like wisteria)

I lost mine.

It took all that for me to realize that you are part sheep.

Spring feaver has nothing on me.

Spring feaver has nothing on me!

…

Will you look at that, lion, I seem to have gained a voice.

It’s not like yours

(Defying the anatomy of a moonflower),

But it is mine

(Defying myself, finally).

So now I’m left

With the silence of silences,

The silence that speaks deeper than space and defies the anatomies of all flowers that grow and die.

I wonder how you see.

But you told me once, I remember now.

You told me that you go by feel.

How I wish you’d feel me!

Go ahead and hide your eyes, lion,

Hide them all you want.

Your roar has already reached my heart through space.