Weeds

Decaying soil 
Fertilizes the flesh at my knees
The grave beneath me unmarked
Ground unmolested

But memories rave of what was here.

Heart.
Respect.
Joy.
Bleached by insidious surrender
To a reticent poison.

Fear won here.

But I rise,
Eyes of tears
And spine popping erect

Your dark eyes beckon
My honey combed hope.
Your arm rises
To offer a mirage

Fear screams from death
Beneath me
But my feet peel away

Ground sucking at my steps,
I plod through tempered dirt
Over solid ground

My feet climb on air,
Ascend through cruel heavens
To reach the hand of dreams

Like grasping at
Dandelions

Careful
Not to shake it all apart