(Image from Johnrmath.com)
It took the
earth shaking its head as if denying
The miraculous
discovery of love unfettered by ideals
Bound by
nothing but whispered suggestions
That this affection
is true
The primacy
of the world’s first dawning
Produced dew
on the greenest blade of grass
We are old
enough to realize, to submit to laws
We used to
mock, at best ignored
We are
tired, we are wiser
We are not
giving up
Just
sleeping off glory’s hangover
Every day
henceforth is hope and yearning conjoined
See you in
the here and the hereafter
