Lift your head to the skies, oh dear
There was something beautiful in it
Wasn't there?
When a drop of rain hit
Fell on you, oh dear
seemingly
Out of nowhere
And you lifted your head
Up to the skies
Twisted and turned your neck,
Where your eyes lead
And searched
As if you could find precisely
Where the sky had opened up
And leaked such a tiny needle of water
From that expanse of depth and blue and matter
Something beautiful in it dear
If only I could find it
And put it
Into words
If only I could find you
And bring you back into this world
Where you can once again lift your eyes
To the sky
And search this expanse of depth, blue and matter
Once again.
discredit beauty
if it is blocking the view of your garden
that dandelion is killing your daisies
so pick it from the ground
put yellow petals in a plastic bag
and cut the green thorns from your roses
you forgot to notice
how beautiful the color red was
when it was slipping from your shadows
i guess it was interfearing with your future
fiddling with your vines
molding over your apricots
finding all things mine
but the red made something beautiful afterall,
it's stained onto my skin
leaving scars
some are shaped like hearts
they are not the serious shade of red
they're silky and soft pink
surviving with serenity
don't discredit beauty
let the dandelion grow
Linden!
Linden! Linden! Enduring magnetism. Like a ship in the night, sailing into the moonlight. I am drawn to your whisper. The elixir of life. The days grow long. The sun is high, and temperatures rise. The trace beneath my feet causes me to wince, to cringe. I exhale to repel the urban stench. Our meeting is timely, however fleeting. When we are apart, your essence dwells in my heart. Your gift of fragrance floats gently by, like a feather falling. Raptured into your presence, I seek your physicality. Scanning the landscape of the urban jungle, I espy your tall symmetrical canopy amongst the monolithic superstructures. From you dear Linden, the elixir of life envelops me completely, even if for a moment. Linden! Oh my dear Linden! Until we meet again!
In this once barren field, we created a home; it flourished and buzzed with life. Fecund, it grew heavy with fruit; lush canopies adorned the cloudless skies. To feel the soil beneath our feet and in our hands; returning to our roots, it brought us together; here, we a built a community for the people, the plants, the animals; we welcomed the celebration of new beginnings and the restoration of our hearts and bodies. Our paradise in the urban jungle.