JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
My heart is like the sky, it has special feelings that lives and never dies. You said nothing was as good as when you looked my in the eyes, now you dont care that im even alive. I loved you and needed you, but you cheated with no shame. The sky cried and so did I, but you still didn't care if I lived or died. The sky starts to rumble, and begins to shake, I realized the connections it had made. Anger builds inside me, like a cheetah about to attack, I went to call you up, and said leave and don't come back! The sky is now calm and begins to shine. It had just reacted to the feelings of mine. I looked up at the sky, a bird was circling me, that bird represents freedom, as free as it can be.
