White beard dark skin
I was supposed to have kids
What happened to that dream
Wake up another business
In my head the prophet said
Love one another maybe
Community is the answer
Not my own child but a
Caretaker to all
I saw the snow fall yesterday
On a mountain though
The town below was warming
From the sun I sweetened
My tea with love
Warmth against my lips
Both feet into the ground
Doesn’t feel like we’re missing out
In a soil of potential music
Crystals and folks are
Always feeling better
When the mandolin is playing
In the air and in the streams
Of collective consciousness
Colors are pervading anything that
Has been felt lost or forgotten
Fulfilled in a simple moment
That embraces every possibility
Even though the question stands
Why do seagulls sound
Like they’re crying?
Perhaps an empty nest
© GÄ
Poétique 