Peaceful Skies Devoted

l i v i n g w i t h e v e r y b r e a t h
Minutes and months scurrying past our porches and stoops
Sweat sustains our lawns scattered with dandelions and speckled with dew
And the tardy morning sun brings the foggy reminiscence of you
Into the copulating hues of a waking view
And slipped between sips of coffee and tea
And the memories of Nirvana and thoughts of you and me
My aura feels green and my wounds no longer bleed
And nameless faceless voices practice and preach on the swarming streets
In many tongues, in many cheeks,
& even between words, speak of divinity
and where are the true eyes that see true things
while our bodies are born upon bubbling springs and rolling streams
and few things are seen without belief
and what color is the sky outside of dreams
what tidings do our futures bring
and will we always find time to sing
and will the dance or the music ever be asked to leave
and where shall one look for your heart if not on your sleeve
and what traps have you laid on the path to your core
and when will you never want more
Still somewhere between two motionless eternities
We wonder to ourselves the purposes of our faculties
The reason for all the rhyme
All the sacrificial and unforgotten time
The sweat, the blood, & years gone by
The smiles and sorrows we amass in our minds
The moats and fences and wars we construct in defense of our porous passions and tendril hearts
And the stalks and stems of sacrifice that sprout our buxom burdens to the masses - the parables of all our scars
Even those long ago mended and healed
And who knows when the next fire; the next wheel
Will propel us again and unlock more myths of the real
And truth will always have its different fields and different feels
Our odium and addiction to the senses will not sway us all our days
And our fears won’t usher and shepherd us always
Our silences won’t forever frighten
and some sunrises will greet us enlightened
Under millennia of macrocosms’ unfolding lights,
memories and echoes still bouncing off walls
and even in a century beneath satellites,
textbooks still feed us, what rises falls
and our homes may someday be strip clubs, storage sheds, and auto malls
our playgrounds and parks may someday be sick bays and mess halls
but still between morning cartoons and lullabies,
we look down into the future’s eyes
and drop smiling tears from a rearing and pampering sky
into the velvet dreams of a young child’s silent night
and it’s the miles we lay before those tiny shoes
that all our lives have all been for and lead up to
And here we are living for the past and the now;
Or most of all for the newly dawning and the coming soon
Our footprints lie behind us, what's done is done - take a bow
and you'll do what you do unencumbered by what's been done unto
and I Love You.
Fin.