Building a Palace
Building a palace of canvas and sheets of blue fabric
Stitching the flag of this fiborous being
Lashing the frame where it crosses above
Let it stand, overstand, through the night.
Whisper your truth to me, tell me your story.
Or ask me once more of the meaning around me.
Our essence consistent with every encounter
Although the translation may change.
Soil above me, my feet in the clouds
I am flying and falling and laughing and crying
The mailman just smiles and laments the weather
No structure supports me today.
I struggle for peace and we wrestle with anger
Intolerant actions distort the whole picture
My eyes to the sunset, my ear to the ground
Let the earth take my body, digest and release
My spirit escapes to the sky.