Sunday, March 22, 2020
if love must be a word
if love must be a word
it should be long and slow and spoken right, a voice with a lilt, a melody touching us in our night. and if the virus must have a name it should be longer, much longer, with stones screaming in the mill of our mind to wake us.
why is love a four letter word
the dead are
rising
with the
blood in my ears,
staring at
us, at me,
and their
silence is terrible
i feel them , try to listen,
breathing their molecules,
i know they
ask through time
and space and
spheres
the soul
freezes in this
the roll
call of the unknown,
before
birth, after death
all the
wasted inbetweens
i cannot
answer,
this music,
rising now
from so
bitter bitter roots,
beauty, all this strength
we are not
alone, together
we swim in flow and in pause,
grace shall
come, pray,
this shall
be our task:
to mature
to spread a
smile
across the
earth
for all
beings
to not look
away,
to see each
one as equal,
to forgive the demons
of our
shared past
o to live
like a tree
when only
the ripe apple
falls to
the ground-
i will be
silent
being born
we will all
die.
but, and.
forever and.
