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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
Filled them with sugar and had toast and tea in the afternoon
Life comes then is gone too soon
I see the light it beckons me
Calls to me, like light from the moon

I have tethered life to a wooden pier
Cries of children and breath of a loved one
The earth hearkens and I come near
Yellow sand sheds a solemn tear

Seas set and suns rise
But my love for you grows past the skies
Past cherry blossoms and yellow mittens on a fireplace
Mundane wood of a desk

The women in the room come and go
Speaking of Michelangelo

Solstices set upon the rising sun
God said two as you said one;
Angels mourn while heaven weeps
The sorrow spills blood onto the street

I have counted my days in an hourglass
Each day a grain of sand
And where, you say, might I find time to pray?
In the crevices between night and day
Where lambs rest and lions prey
In the holes of the earth where Michelangelo
Paints and farmers grow maize

Innocents cry as the Great One weeps
Saddened souls slumped upon the hills
Sit by the bodies of their loved ones, still, saying;
“Why do you not breathe, where have you gone?”
They, still to this day sing their song;

I’ll say two and you’ll say one
If you say one I’ll sing this song:
Solstices set upon the rising sun
God said two as you said one
“Father, they know not what they have done,”
Sit upon the hills of cherry
Gaze down the streets of gold
Curse the earth and lo, behold.

I have measured my life in finger-lengths
Not enough fingers exist
So I reminiscence the time I missed;
Young ones playing in the puddles,
in the mist
Bears and cubs cuddling in my midst,
Lions rest with lambs as I shake my fist
Toward the sky, ask the question, the question-
Cry not for no more time is on the hourglass
No more grains of sand exist in the ocean, its time is past.
We see things through a looking glass
Of faces looking back at you and
Your face looking back

Setting seas and rising suns
Hazel sands and the beauty
Here is second to none

Men speak in hushed tones
Talking of Van Gogh

Setting seas and light from the moon,
If you say two I’ll say one;
The beauty here
Is second to none



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