Play The Fool

Forget the hero and play the fool
   Do not be Prince Charming, dressed in 
flawless blue and virtuous white
     Nor the knight in shining armor
Whose words are slick and sweet as warm honey
           No, do not be the hero.
Be the fool.
         The one whose words run together,
Stumble, trip, and fall down in a graceless heap
   Let words fail you all together so that you
Try instead to win by fitting three dozen lilies
     In the space designed for one
Or better yet, be foolish enough to knock on her door
   and ask her
       to be a fool with you

Garden

One day, the sky broke open and spilled
          lost souls into her garden
When she stepped outside
  they brushed against her ankles,
       tendrils of gossamer web on her skin
She did not know why she left
  them there
But she guessed it had something to do
        with the soul she knew was there,
   hidden among the rest
Between blooming irises and curling ivy
   The soul that knew her own,
   its mottled, battered shape
It was the soul that looked like a broken palm frond
     Vibrant green
Which forever colored the film of her dreams