a green expanse
of open wounds
fester and heal themselves
before you can make amends

in the purple haze 
of a sly smile
and twinkling eye
you know you've done your best

and in that flower masquerade
(your boys stealing those roses)
you know that someone out there cares;
if not they care too much

and when the sun comes riding in 
on the giant sea turtle's back
you know that the circle
continues
and you shall get your dues