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.
A birthday is just another day, young of mind, yet youthful looks go away. Another year older, the world seems a bit colder. Yet my heart still burns, and for love it forever yearns. Another year older, I grow even bolder. Life is for us to learn from, as calculated as a mathematical sum. Another year older, hurting blazes now just smolder. Letting go of past rage and pain, living life and feeling sane. Another year older, a tear on your shoulder. Life has not been so bad, my tear is of joy not because I'm sad. Another day older, more pages added to my folder. I'm glad of whom I am today, I would not have myself any other way. So don't mind that I write my own birthday rhyme, I've lived through my life up till this time. I think it is safe to say, that things will go as planned His way. He's got more for me yet, It'll be even better I bet. Another year older, and I am in His debt.
