Mirror mirror

From the dandelion to the sunflower, from the larva to the butterfly, from the cephalopod to the tetrapod, from the green grass plains to the flower pot. A nebula can only get its start if it has dust in space to chase hydrogen in place for the birth of a star. It’s nuclear war. How a tortoise got its shell involves over a million different tails. And to tale it swell you’ll have to think of every angle and tell. Look the poker player in the eye and poke her veil with the ends of what a man am I. To outlast this story but a million times through hymns and dreams of benign vision of my two bad eyes. What signs I sign for the deaf and blind. We’ve heard this same story but a millennial and nine, but with each time a microcosm shifts. And tens of thousands of years from now, this cowardly spine will hopefully have many many more disks. Like pulling wisdom teeth from a cave man. It hurts. But I just can’t seem to see past the you and me that escapes my imagination of here today where I stand right now holding your hands. Remember yourself the great ape. The wet foot mammal having taken every cosmic shape. Envision a lion on a lotus leaf and a falling feather for the wind to bring the news of today for you and me. And the sands of time clock tick this magical human hour of invention by projecting civilization forward through the use of smoke and mirrors. Beyond the white and the black, beyond the cave and the forest, beyond the open plains and off to horizontal star dwellers. Look through your kaleidoscope and see if you can spot your burning bush from afar. See all god’s gifts are colliding and falling to Earth with the sorrow of Cupid’s heart. I’m just here to help pick up the pieces and put them back into the stars. To get back to the start of it all. Back to where life ends and begins again in another form in another way in another you with a different name. Come tell your story once more, my whimsical and starry friend. From seashore to mountain top. Go tell it all upon a youthful fountain. Make a wish. Close your eyes. Cross my heart and hope to never hide what makes my story so important. It’s you. The you in yours that makes me in mine. With flowery eyes and dandy lies. I’ll say your name over a thousand times and hope to never forget your smile. Your beautiful voice. Your scent. Your taste. Your look. Your mind. How lucky am I just to get to know it. I want to write it all on a wall to be found in a cave protected from time so no one will ever forget your face. My perfect mirror.

Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye

I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us
I know that we are not new
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you

But now it’s come to distances
And both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

I’m not looking for another
As I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner
Our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you
And your love stays with me

It’s just the way it changes
Like the shorelines and the sea
But let’s not talk of love or chains
And things we can’t untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden storm
Yes many loved before us
I know that we are not new
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you

But let’s not talk of love or chains
And things we can’t untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye
Goodbye…

To the Young Gods

With their whole existence
Still in front of them
Time stops
At their dance

With the weight of the world
In their every breath
They can tear down
Rebuild again
Or addify
The lie
We cry

When the old Gods
Meet the new
And begin to die

The time is now
The time is not
Ours anymore

It belongs to a new
Warrior with the forward thrusting
Spear

Carrying life into the abyss
With it
And into a new
Soul

Like an anchor
Pulling us all forward

I throw mine into the abyss
And see if I’ve gone far enough
Will it bounce back?

Young Gods
When it is your time
Remember the old Greek adage
On infinity:

Go as far as you can
And when you can go no further
Throw your spear forward
If it goes forward
You have not reached the end
If it bounces back
There is more on the other side

Close your eyes. Imagine you’re somewhere special and you’re doing something that makes you happy. Now think of someone with you – someone who calms and soothes you. Who do you want that to be? This person is going to help you through this task. With this person beside you, you can accomplish anything. Lovingly, they call out your name and are smiling at you. Open your eyes. Who is it?

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the brain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy things I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein,
Where the Sidewalk Ends,
1974

Impossibly

“how much do you love me, john?”
she asked

he answered,
“how much do i love you?
count the stars in the sky,
measure the waters
of the oceans with a teaspoon,
number the grains of sand
on the seashore.
impossible, you say?”