ASH LADEN FLOWER

I know you are there

I can hear
You want to talk
I will listen
It matters to me
Why you don't come out
It matters to me
Why you don't speak loud.

I can hear you
But,

I am no Satan
It is dark
And I will out here be waiting.

 I can hear you cry
This Earth is moist
This Earth is sobbing
The bird wants to fly.

 I know you are still there
Now mopping
The ash laden flower
But ash is in the air that surrounds
That flower is pure.

I am holding my hands high
Can you see me
I am white
I am
To pull you up
To pull you ever high,

 With the flower

You come out

And say.

This land is so foul to stay

Lets fly
Lets fly away.

[ Photo credits: Bilal Khan ]