Lousy dish water

thrown into the air as liquid violence

Seen what is behind that silence

Flowers lilting from flames

Speak not with wild ways

But as a child learning a world

Glance now and then at each road

Each road covered in snow

Honesty excuses for ingnoble tendencies

Waking in a place of memories

Sweet folly dances with a honey

Then melting to beauty

There must become new things

Hearts of golden grace

Mountains!