You may wonder why, I’m not
describing the landscape for you
it’s not my business as a poet anymore
you have eyes and a soul as wide
as a universe, eyes for
hieroglyphics and physics
a heart made of pure alchemy
if you’d only believe it
It was not my fault, that
Your animal journey was tragic
we all had elements of hooves, tongues, teeth
in our jungle journals of journeys
Our poetry was not for prophecy
our language was not to add details
to the human flesh of beauty
but to accept the sea as pure blue
to paint sunsets for cunning departures
in order to become a new person
where the plots did not suffocate us
but rather make us smile
at the irony of so many perilous colors
creation’s fresh monsters come to life
you may wonder why, I’m no longer with you
but in your memory, I’m the solid blood
that ran through you waiting
for the snakey orange eye of your future
the soft wobbling of the flower
for the most intense love of stars.
Perfect description. 🙂