Groban was the night
Butterflies grace the quiet air
Alighting softly in smooth folds and warm crevices
Mahler's 5th, time grows endless
Glorious reflection melts into gentle slumber
Saturday dawns, the
eyes of loved suns dance intermittently
The utility of a poem blooms
One knows, and all is as it should be
Today the clay will
feel the pressure of loving hands
Truth will be conveyed and life will continue, immeasurably richer
A soul transcends, it works and it works well
One knows
Gratitude interfuses
all.
Butterflies alight softly...caress.... hover...remain
The elegance of this
utility begins to drain thirty years of pressure
A generation old wound begins healing
Gratitude interfuses all
Suns all around and
yet the utility drains and drains well
Precious utility, only now is your power revealed
The elegance is totally appropriate
One knows, the past
explodes, and all is as it should be
Gratitude interfuses all
Possibilities become
endless
Existence is reborn
From seeds planted in a far off library