Delphiniums
Delphiniums Delphi was the seat of power Omphalos at its center Its oracle could sway wars Stands extinct in dusty ruins We mark days on calendar Try to predict the weather We organize to control In process lose our soul Let the soul settle In its own reality Which might seem insane Better than a life of despair We pick up the pieces Arrange them in choices Happy with what is left Each a leftover gift For Delphi I grow Delphiniums Shades of pastel , violets , blues Dance , having their moment in the sun Shrivel and die , having had their fun © Lalarukh Lasharie
