Crossing the bridge from distortion into silence
creates the electric hum of a new awakening.
If art is an unfolding rhythm then life must be a song in motion.
There are certain comparisons that never seem
to pop up on any quizzes or SAT questions in class.
I will grade true love on a scale of forgiveness.
I will slide with a smile until slipping through the veil of illusions.
I will spit in the river and witness all ripples.
Burning a drag of smoke with no filter
enlivens the flesh of wet lungs to breathe fresh oxygen.
If the bond is stronger than blood then first kisses are a quickening.
Squirrels naturally seek after fallen nuts near the tree
as deeply the mind digs its roots in for winter.
I will promise you less until the future delivers.
I will dance on this spot as the soil grows richer.
I will lick morning dew from the blades of your grass.
Watching leaves wither toward their inevitable extinction
pushes evolution’s theory to renew its efforts with vigor.
If God is but a dream then I’m happy now to slumber in peace.
Visions carry more weight with the yawning stars
when constellations crystalize in manifested hearts.
I will cherish your eyes when the sun hangs in solstice.
I will hold both your hands when the waves crash upon us.
I will never release from time’s wings as they flutter.