A Love Song
My desire to describe your beauty
overwhelms me.
Watching sand slip between your fingers
like water.
And yet even as they fell to the
ground, your eyes held them in place.
Yea, though many thought your work a
celebration of futility, your eyes held them like stone.
Your words, falling to the desert,
sprang forth snakes.
Breathing fire they made an oasis out
of glass.
Preserving new life that grows here
now.
Your negatives and hollows gravitated
all to you.
White roses and daisies grow here now.
None else allowed.
Easy harmless flower sprouts.
Bees rest.
Pleasant honey.
Tears may have stung when they hit the
ground.
Now they clouded into the sky and kiss
Sunday.
No reason to fear anymore.
Founded by us with Pearl eyes and
Corinthian Columned places
Peace found me first, and so found you.
We are.
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