letting go of mind and body
out of this dichotomy a world of flowers blooming
forever is in the choosing
to see the water’s beauty from inside our hidden towers
thousands of broken flowers
threatening to reveal the truth that we are returning
to the burning days spent singing in old cathedrals
streaking naked in the woods
dreaming upright streams of cottonwood
treetop dancers stand upon the crashing boughs
deepen their stance and make flashing elbows
your feathers are wet as yesterday’s snow is melting
how many years till the pelting of the sun with arrows and stones
commences to cover up our coats
of fur, tooth, breath and bone with armor
your faith is cheap so you repeat the weakness of the elderberry
your syrup stealthily dripping, stripping, ripping
a wealthy dreamer hungry for the sun-dried lobotomies of love
the watershed depends on nothing yet it remains
ugly and unsteady and ready to drop you without warning
love is deeper than still water
it is all about alabaster and descending melodies
the viola serves his daughter’s laughter
in symphony’s ancient slumber
projecting this imperfect world as a boy masters his box of toys
stepping out into the abyss like gargoyles on the corners of rooftops
i stop and wonder how we plundered so much of the universe
despite the treasures that were never uncovered
did we misplace our souls in the bargain
in stolen mansions deep within the forest
stallions cast shadows on straw covered blankets
asleep in thyme’s meditation
i deliver the delicate feathers of the mother
to swarms of stormy eyed children drifting in meadows
forests of wildflowers matching our emotional temperament
again we separate the wheat and the chaff  
the oat and the staff of ancient Syria
stood tall and bowed before
all the youthful interpreters
foregoing is ambitions cursed gesture