invitation

(for Eli)

it's like
leaving your heart on a shelf

so the mind can wander free
here and there

like stepping off the path

getting lost in random tracks

leading nowhere

who'll paint the picture that can heal

like you can

place this flower in your vase

and watch its petals fall

as many faces as grains of sand

who'll be fool to try and count them

as many puzzles to unravel

places left to travel

as the child demands

all leading back to none

possession begins and ends
at one

words are not the real

who'll tell the tale invites the mystery

like you do

©2007 michael james prue