Heated
Baths of liquid gold on
Skins of alabaster cold
Were the touches
Of her hand
On his body
In his soul

As sure her eyes were azure
Pure as emeralds held tightly close. And his eyes closed
He knew she was
The only gem precious
Left in this world.

Then
The sun rose
On another day
On the cherry tree blossoming
Away. And the redbirds on limbs
Happier than larks and
A lone man on the porch
Just sitting giving thanks
Breathing deep sighing
A memory perhaps of days
Gone by and the blossoms smelling
Like they did and the sun bright as then and his breath just as breathless
As when he was younger

With
        No in particulars
                 To empirically
                         Support the data
  Of my sub-consciences'
       Ability
                 To rationally
                          Decide
I still
      
Must listen to it

Born blue as the new sky sunny summer burnt ocher tree skins on the shoulder of green hill all for the grandeur of some Lilly's splendor audience to remember

Ivy stood
Around the door
The address clearly marked
In gold numbers and cursive,
1023 Oak Street,
The man in brown short pants
Noticed, imagined the tangled green vine reaching down as the yellow sun passed west growing right round the box and opening ,

No inhabitants of the two-story  Colonial came running.
He set the package down.  
Ivy seemed to try
To reach out.

SNAKES

Yes
We have the power
To destroy
And the power
To self destruct
If we chose

Of course a power not used
Is no power at all
And the power used to self destruct
Is still power indeed

And that is where
Power of self control is paramount
Where the power of self awareness matters
(Are you aware)

Have you ever used your power
To self destruct
Have you ever used the power
Of self control

It matters still
In matters great and small
When you use that power
To control others
And then the revolt follows
And the power used to control others
Swings back at you
Like a snake
Unbound
Hisssssss

M. N. R.
15 MAY 2019