Kiss The Flowers
Feels like the morning when the sky rushed in
Vibrant currents red and low
brush the earth
blow streaks
glitter stars asleep
and the undertow
crunch the flowers at thy feet
Feels like the rhythm of Ra’s heartbeat
creeping up on gusty wings
tossing dust of earth
stretching arms color charms
and I to the woods to see
his streaks of silver touch the flowers
and wake them from their sleep.
Feels like morphic powers dawn
and Jupiter hung abreast
crimson Mars waft a passion throng
Lunar silver paint the sky a dotted night
Iridescent orbs catch me low
stir my spirit brush my toes
hang the night on Heavens door
kiss the flowers and put them to bed
and color tomorrow just once more.
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