Sunday, August 21, 2011

How the World Began

Seems lush that sprawling garden flourishing below her feet,

stems curling toward heaven at her steps and blossoming,

she captures eyes in her smile like a net,

yet those emerald’s focus on the distance,

she’s captivated by the thinker rubbing his head at the moon,

swooning chichi words prancing and sparkling like stars,

bars of sound wound together with immense thought,

how can someone create love in this way?

He’s an architect at heart,

hypnotized at the start,

she’s a goddess in his eyes,

surprised he’s fishing her tears while she cries,

it must be his way,

and that’s why she stays.