the eye of the beholder

i want to see you
beneath the spot
you fell in love with hope
right here
where the fates
bow their prophetic heads
lower their eyes in prayer
or despair
and death casts his shadow
before the first breath has been drawn.
a vision of grace and strength
serenely summoning life
with power enough
to render kingdoms to dust.

i want to see you
eat these flowers
wildy
growing
out of my mouth.