Look up to the sky:
It's still the same,
On the surface at least...
Look closer and you'll see:
the billions of planets moving round
Celestial heavens to which we are bound
Moving in an elliptical sea
Wrapped up in universal intimacy.
Blanket of stars:
Tuck me in,
Wrap me in your woven dreams,
Spill me into a cup of steam.
Crossbeams of light gleaming through
that dark blanket of deep blue stew.
Soup:
Carrots, peas,
celery, meat,
potatoes, beans,
simmering heat.
The heat from which this poem flows
through my mouth and out the window
into the ears of the passerby
fluttering into houses nearby.
Houses:
connected by a single thread,
we are all here together
until we all are dead.
Living:
Vivaciously
until that day I will greet the
blue, rolling sea.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:46 PM UTC
Look up to the sky:
It's still the same,
On the surface at least...
Look closer and you'll see:
the billions of planets moving round
Celestial heavens to which we are bound
Moving in an elliptical sea
Wrapped up in universal intimacy.
Blanket of stars:
Tuck me in,
Wrap me in your woven dreams,
Spill me into a cup of steam.
Crossbeams of light gleaming through
that dark blanket of deep blue stew.
Soup:
Carrots, peas,
celery, meat,
potatoes, beans,
simmering heat.
The heat from which this poem flows
through my mouth and out the window
into the ears of the passerby
fluttering into houses nearby.
Houses:
connected by a single thread,
we are all here together
until we all are dead.
Living:
Vivaciously
until that day I will greet the
blue, rolling sea.
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