poetry comes to me again
like a voice holding my hands into the
woods in which the future reveals itself
like a world of wonder
that unveils a curtain
to a congregation of the hearts chanting to
what must i write? will i have an audience?
i whisper to you poetry; what i saw ... what i can see?
keep silent and let the loudness of the chants overwhelm me?
has come again
whilst i open my arms
to catch rainbows
the river Styx
poetry: you have come again
me what this is all about?
Did you not tell me
when I was a child
That there will be so much love to share
a world that will grow older, colder, with the cries
a hungry child left in a huge dumpster of Progress?
young girl driven to the brink of madness by the elegance of the neon
of a grow up man crushed of his torso by the
heavy blow of daily toil?
of a woman in twilight years
whose Love having flown leaving her wilting like a rose dried up
----like a raisin in the sun?
poetry: did you not tell me
all these whispered into me those moments we we up on that tree?
i not ask you to whisper to me what the ultimate answer is?
or did i not whisper that to you
before you become you --- o' poetry?
poetry: you told me
that rocks would speak to me in my alone-ness
as they roll down
that i would catch
with open arms as i wade through the river
bidding farewell to the one i love
told me these, poetry
we not agree that Life is a child of Death?
first love ... my last
have you not flowed into my veins
castles in every cell of my body?
become each breath that i take
yourself in every breath i give back
this Finiteness of the world outside of you and i poetry?
bid the world goodnight as poetry and i dance in our dreams