It was hefted upon a breeze -
As in a warm, flowing current
Through a sea of palo verdes -
To search for an embankment.
That seed of promise -
An implicit aster -
Was sent to broken gneiss
To become one with nature -
A golden bloom to come
To an expectant glen -
Not knowing how it found home
Except that it did.
Starstruck bright sparks play
in wax crescent moonlight game
Light bulb moment please
You’re going to die.
Admit: there isn’t time
to walk every garden
before the gates close.
You’re going to have
decisions to make. Be
in those moments you
need to build yourself.
You’re going to want
and want more and want
to run away or maybe run
as your grandmother did.
You’re going to think
there is more you should
be doing. There isn’t time
to look too far back.
You’re going to ask
for more time. There isn’t
Forgive me, young dandelion.
I did not feign disinterest.
My mind has running thoughts
That stole my attention.
You only meant to be a friend.
I was not being callous.
Your seedlings ought to whisk
Them away upon a random wind.
Love is two pairs of footprints
Impressed in the sand.
Will you walk beside me
And make a path for home?
Love is sunlight that makes
A flower turn its way.
Do you promise always
To be a light for my soul?
Through a break in the trees -
Flows a tawny river -
Sanding the rock endlessly
As a peerless carver.
The jungle is not seen
In the murky water's face;
The sky does not skim upon
Its delicate countenance.
It refuses the trees' approach;
The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace -
Skipping them away.
Its waters fill my mind;
I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
For which my heart longs.
Two streams that converge
And flow inextricably
Are like two lovers
Meandering about who meet -
Not knowing anything of what
They were missing before
But now having full sight
Each of the other -
Who rejoice at the freshet
And meld and flow as one
Assured of their fate
And their continual love.
Like gold of Havilah
God is true and straight.
I can exhort Adonai
For His tender heart.
Be it ambivalence
Or the hour of drear
Wherever prayer is
The Lord abides there.
Royalty and rivalry
May erupt with hate
But He will take my leave
Untouched by the flame.
Blanched veils there and above
Hold it in stony repose
Throughout time's continuum
And blustering air flows.
Earth granted an ovation -
Nodding its magnificence -
But bigger still is the one
Who goes and conquers it.
On wisps of hope alone -
Love cannot soar
For hope quickly goes -
Returning at some hour.
It needs a pair of wings
To up and away
When it seems resigned
To an uncertain fate.
It needs a fresh wind
Flowing strong yet soft -
Once and again -
Bearing love aloft.
It needs a prayer or so
For when trials arise -
A work of the Holy Ghost
And faith might suffice.
I'm a beast of the field
And you - a crane.
Spare me, love, a wing
So I can meet you halfway.