Grow Little Tree

Grow

Little tree

Grow

If I have ever

seen the hope

she is you

If I have ever

seen an angel

he is you

If there is

any salvation

it is you

Grow

Little tree

Grow

Maybe It's Not All

You kill your dreams

with the dense fume

You give yourself

to the deepest oldness

You wear the hat

of the creepy sadness

You call for death

It doesn't come

Speak to life

Maybe it still has

something to say

Not Even Poetry

Nor medication

Nor nutrition

Nor recreation

Nor kiss of a child

Nor words of parents

Nor hug of an angel

Nor hot drinks

Nor spring parks

Not even poetry

can soothe this

turbulent soul