To irreversibly
flower...
the flower must
wither under the
same sun.

Nicked by stars
in a dreamless
state...while
fielding visions
of the coming
sun.
Scarcely
contained by the
day it's put to,
as if put out by.
A superabundant
living space lit with
great care...dying space
smote with great care.
For love
to see passed itself,
hence Love the more.
The only way to assuage
such clarity.

When in a cloud,
when upon the
ground... there's
dropless rainwater.
Only when focus
is narrowed between
cloud to ground...
are there raindrops.

Wisps of fog dragged
upon the ground, as errant
raindrops bided gray time.
Eyes fixed afield, sharing
an inertness that revitalized
our gray matter.
Robins and blackbirds scattered
their weightless will upon the
damp field.
As nearly imperceptible twinges of
sunlight interrupted the air, then
vanished.
This occurred in confidences, everytime the sunlight gained
upon itself.
The fog began burning off in
decrepid scraps...put asunder
by the field's thundering
anticipation.
The fog was lifted to spring's hierarchies of light...as blackbirds
electrified puddles in a flurry of
wings.
Spraying droplets of water
adorning the sunlight, then flying to
a favored branch shaking dry.
Eyes fixed afield, I was showered below
by accolades of rebirth.

You came to outlive a living-death.
If sin is born of the exigence
of death, you nullified it with
everlasting life.
To know a world for all it's worth...
you have to live as if it depended upon you--
and so you did.
Never before was such an embrace crucified.
You lived for everything in front of you...
as if it got behind you, presenting you with
the same zeal.
You came knowing...Truth is unbetrayable.

As the moon
undergoes phases
of darkness...
it turns both cheeks.
Becoming
fully enlightened
by the sun.

In soft repose, amidst
fading layers of adulation...
I spied the spirit in
full regalia.
As the King and Queen
embraced, their golden
crowns melted into one
another.
At that moment I realized
I was the fruit of their
passion, born of spirit.