You and I are one

In fear of loneliness

And danger of neglect

We’re apt to wither in distress

Cold rush of water fills

This rusty tin of corn

And all to risk a prick

From your neighbor Rose’s thorn

Come on, Marigold, where’s that geekish grace?

The moon is mute and cold

Let your sweet breath fill the space

Soon you will bloom into

A woman, pure and royal

You’ll be released for good

From the black prison of this soil

I’ll show you to the streams

We’ll run through woods and moors

‘til you can smell the sea

Watch the tides embroider shores

Come on, Marigold, when will the sun replace

Your leaves with arms to hold

And your petals with a face?

They placed you on the sun-drenched side

And whispered while the earth around you dried

Your throat quenched only ‘cause you cried

While ev’rything you’d grown up with had died

All you had had died

Come on, Marigold, where’s that geekish grace?

The gods are growing old!

Tell me when can we embrace?