The orange tree

        The orange tree




I see the colours of your mind
Inebriated thoughts processing
Obsessing
I know the truth within you.
Yet you go on to deny
This brave moment dying within
The accountability of sin and solace
Remains of bones
The inner ear the paint thinning varnish
Vanquished
A caustic metal that grates my
Inner thoughts.
Through empathy I can alter
The faulted
The metallic taste in your cheek
Into a soft
Round, citrus ball
Broken
Fall
Onto a summer meadow ground
That surrounds
This hazy crazy orchard of your mind.
This orange tree
This free belief
This extraordinary gift I seek.