Dear Flower Child
Dear flower child,
With eyes of blue and cheeks of red,
You shift between the light
Of undying truth,
As if it lives trapped inside
The oceans of your eyes
Forever flowing toward me.
Although your cheeks will eternally turn away,
I hope you find yourself reflected
All along the upstate banks-
Not only in water but in ripe season,
In every tree's fractal leaves
Down to the tiniest vein,
Tracing it back to some lucidious reason
Growth could ever come to be
If we're constantly
In a state of both branching and breaking…
Dearest flower child,
With a heart pumping stardust
Into your perfect cherry lips
Kiss with love tender memories of
Who you thought you were back then
Not a failure in the sky,
For the art of you is too complex
To be confined by ideas like
A vulture’s definition of success
Or every way their projections
Have made you feel like less.
I hope you find the strength
To burn down that old house inside your chest…
I hope you howl at the dark moon and find
She was ever made to prove to the night
Our Sun must rise again.
I hope you listen to the birdsongs every daybreak.
With reverence, each melodic bid
Will also let all of Gaia know
It's safe again to raise our restless lids,
Breaking through the most human threats
That have always corrupted our shaking heads,
While I'm a world away,
Still and observing, hoping
We both hear the way
Every bird's verse is weaving
The face of god with every weft.
But even Beethoven knew,
Down to his dying breath,
You will only truly hear what you believe.
