Seventh of June.

This poem was written when I was very prone to viewing my past through the lens of periods in life where I lived in the moment and then periods where I spent on reflection and at this particular time when I was in transition of both.

So it resembles a story line that oscillates from living infatuated to a person and torn from their realm.

Thank you for reading.

 

I.

The seventh day of June

Shines a pearl in the sky,

       A full moon

Oh pearl moon, let us look

To you for fortune and find

Future in your form

Let us breathe the waves and

Touch the breeze with

Eternal warmth

 

For You,

       There remains a lush

       Forest yet to explore;

       A sacred breeze for

       Your lungs to swallow

              Full

      May your nights remain

      Enchanted ‘till your Sun

      Shines no more; your days

      Lush and rarely torn

 

                                                     The Sun sets low and full of

                                                               Sugared blood

 

      For me,

             An endless prairie of barren

                   And blight

            The void blood, omnipotent

            In my veins, while skeletons

            Of trees form figures that

            Dance onto Forever

 

                                                           Two roots connect

                                                  Under the wide breadth of a

                                                              Voracious river

       II.

Two weeks into the

Crisp month of May

Stars persist, illuminated

Onto night and back int0

       Day

 

With fables of

Adventure and misadventure sung,

Magnetism grew in a low hum,

And the sky changed hue with the

Projection of you on my lens

 

                                                       A time spent with the Shaman

                                                              Of internal confession

 

       III.

Mountains melt

Down to our toes,

Massaging the unknown

With wise words

 

Your mind’s light shines

Upon my eyes in all of

       Life

My passing stork,

Ever-present in your

       Sky

 

Then, where one grew two

      Detached

The other saw a singular

Batch, nullifying the

First with swift

       Tact

 

                                                                 The street lamp

                                                            Brightens both sides,

                                                                 The people walk

 

Without fault

Both bats are in for it,

Whichever tree in the

Forest it may be.

For there lies life in every

Worm-like root, under every

       Snaking tree.

 

                                                                        To and fro

                                                                  It will never slow

                                                                 Only enforcing the

                                                                    Tempest snow,

                                                               In the streets it flows

                                                            Landing on the precipice

                                                              And endlessly in doubt

                                                                             Look!

There we go!

 

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