Poetry
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
For infinity.
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?
In check
Loving more and collapsing
Hate.
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.
And tragic