Lily of the Valley

In their realm I thought they would embrace me Blush bells hang from stock in perfect motion We stood at the zenith of their generosity We tied them down; flensed their delicate flesh Enlushed by the gentle swaying of their guarded leaves If only I could drink the sun with unbound understanding We stood at the zenith of their generosity We tied them down and flensed their delicate flesh I came here to assuage that grudge But their love is the distant waning warmth Of a mother's first and final embrace I was on the path that all life used to know here to learn the names that came before I felt their tepals burn into my torpid eyes In wicked bloom they recede from view So how are you to trust my crumbled wisdom How are you supposed to know the way? Mother, leave your sympathy Mother, just throw me away End this lest others be hurt End this lest we end it first Sweet lily, unleash your poison Kill me and all gone astray