The stars command your eyes but first, the fire quells the poems
The earth between your fingers
They linger in a love song a little longer for the seed between the furrows
Because everything is a vista with
Sentiment pulling out the weeds.
The moment your mind is the pen and the ink
Is also under the sea
An octopus writing 8 poems
Then you gaze into the cosmos and someone asks you
I’d love forever?
Does love bring all the renewal of the spring?
Does an opening blossom open when a new babe is born?
Is innocence a part of pure love
Or does innocence keep everyone?
Loving more and collapsing
You look out at see a part of the Milky Way you
Heard before on an 80’s song
You belong to breath and to a source
Canyon wind and Joshua trees
A breeze less nefarious because the world heals
When you cut the mortal coil.
Bluebells and ocean swells,
The bell that tolls and the bell the rings on a bicycle and the basket of flowers
Is a bouquet being delivered?
To a funeral.
The ephemeral and the magic
Deep breathing and the everlasting.