We stand outside and bathe -

in starlight and glow, of

histories in context

and roots.



Lives begun and deaths upon,

stream showers of

eternal end and story.



Les lumières in canopy

holding essence and finds -

us who seeded the ground,

that planted stories told;

from generation to single child.



The paths we take and roads

walked long, my pitch pipe

***** amuses.



Bellow the bloat and waste

the lamb.


2013 Barry Comer