God's weaving in and outmy lifeTangled web is all I seePieces of threads cast in frontof meEach pain wovenin golden stringsUpon my heart it isstrungLi..
Among the dying rosessits my heartTangled in thornsBleedingSeeping through memoriespagesDrops of blood slide throughthe vinesAlong the deep dark lines..
My petals closeas night passesEnfolding my soulIn the still darknessof silenceI feel every vibrationon the earth's floorAs the heat from the dayrisesI..