Delta

I have been outrageously fortunate in my life, for I have three loves.

The first is a gentle tide, ebb and flow everlasting
She is a quiet spouse who loves me like the moon
If I lay as the Earth, her soft body entangles mine, warming me as we fly through space

My second love is a supernova, or perhaps the Northern Lights
a burning building
Or a four-part harmony drifting through empty alleys

My third love is the most cruel mistress of them all
But even as she torments me I am enraptured by her beauty
The suffering is mine alone, yet she can be possessed by no man
This would lead some to call her harlot, but they mistake the nature of her majesty
Like a Buddhist or Trafalmadorian, she is not encapsulated by mortality

My first love is life-giver, doomed to decay in time
My second is a lighter-flame of passion
But my third is the Undying Queen of existence
And if you approach the world with soft eyes
She will be your true love too

Time for Our Lives (draft)

A new poem to hold you over until my next blog post(hopefully tomorrow): What would I sacrifice for a climate bill?


Time for Our Lives
The time for our lives was yesterday
Today there's no room for making-do.
Getting by has seen its time
And the day has come for getting done.
This Juliet-and-her-Romeo
between the ground and the sky
Is about to reach the turning third try
And man's role is Mercutio.

We know where we're going
And how to get there quick too.
We'd prefer to be elsewhere
But would anyone be with you?

Who am I to make this query?
I see the world through star-glazed eyes
Imperfection rectified
Innocence, unadvised.
Even enemies, when they succeed,
I can hardly debase them so.
Behind our disagreement
Is our common cause
Mine
Yours
The fate of the world

And so is the fate of the One-Manned Sword
And the Library of Written Never
And consumed, in the belly of the Winged Snake,
Is the Galaxy of Ever.