Midnight Sun
The night light –
Then it begins to rain
Its becoming
Love is
The keeping you in my life
You as all you are
To yourself
In God:
i tell myself, i’m patient
and love is patient
without want, self sustaining
my
eyes.
And my eyes are my hands
Writing, coloring, sounding
This spirited nestle
Squirming birth;
I and my mortality,
a man with dreams
Its becoming:
Its raining, droplets scatter
In light reflected air
i’m off, i’m on:
So i walk my solitude
Through a sea
Shooting stars –
and there is no darkness
only light
look everywhere;
its becoming
love