Poem

Softly, silently, quietly,  gently 
You let it in 
You let it in 
You let it in
Seven days, seven seas and seven sunsets 
Are enough to let in 
To let it fill, to let it kill
Silently, violently, patiently waiting
Letting it all come 
And let it all go, let it all grow, to see what it’ll bring 
Having obsessed over the sun
Having  confessed to your sins
Hush and beware, 
Hush and beware,
Hush and beware,
For it has begun 
Plant your seed, patiently wait, now contemplate 
The outcome of the passion,
Skies are falling, insects crawling, but you will let it in
Chilling wind, rocking chair, temper gone, 
But beware 
Darling daisies dead, the anger well fed, 
Yet all is just and seemingly fair