The Wolf, The White Dress, and the House of Dreams
In the wilderness of our hearts,
Here is where the peach trees
Dwell. Flowers falling over our
Bodies. It is only nature that speaks
To us, as we are enveloped in the trees,
(releasing us from the grave that was
our only place to be). We are free
amongst the leaves,
amongst the blossoms.
We were once in the dwelling
Of our father’s house, we heard
Stones to move, stones to kill us,
Judge us amongst the fences.
We felt our vulnerability, as busy bees
With nothing else to do but look at us
Through looking glasses, cast their stones.
But now we live amongst the trees with
Alice and her looking glass and
Blossoms: sweet and lovely.