Road Not To Heaven

If you want me meek and humble,
craft a world of tedium and sorrow.
I will fade to grey, unmarked...
Cooled to ash. And you will mourn it.

And if you want me a spring's child?
Summon the rain, summon the storm.
I will dissolve into them. I will find you,
and give you a kiss that burns.

Or perhaps you've always wanted me
beside you in every hue.
Laughing and weeping, broken,
yet steady as a ship's line.

And in a moment, from thunder and fury,
becoming a scent so delicate—
elusive and bold and perilous,
and yours... though often a stranger.

If you want me, you must be strong.
The strongest there is.
Let me rest in your hands,
to be a woman, a mother... and yes, a child.

In your days, to paint them bright,
sometimes grey—forgive me my fractures.
With me you will hardly touch Heaven...
But please, don't stop walking, wrong or right.