A door opens
And
On a table of black
A flower awaits -
Broken, blood red
Beautiful.
A stage gapes
And the lights
Dip and bend.
A curtain parts
A voice of hearts
Bruised by a life
I could never understand
Pours a sound soul blessed
Into the room.
Then,
A whirl
A wave
Of vermillion and white
And a female form
Crashes into our world
Like a shot of morphine
That kills all cares
Pins all pain
Like a butterfly
To this moment.
Only damaged hearts
Could not be stirred
By this emotional storm
That bleeds into me -
And that has been bled
Onto those boards
Since Spanish time began.