Seven Peonies

seven peonies rest beneath the sun
gently bobbing in the breeze
their perfumed heads dancing
to the children's laughter

seven people who never met
reach the same conclusions
and reach their hands
for the razorblades

seven children playing
dancing
laughing
in the garden of my tears
next to your house

I can hear the laughter
I can hear the tears
I can feel the fear
I can hear your pain
I can not reach you
in the sun
beneath the billowy clouds
of my blue skies

I send warmth and love
so you can grow
so you can thrive
do not give up, little ones

seven peonies rest beneath the sun
gently bobbing in the breeze
their perfumed heads dancing
to the children's laughter