Hark!

 

Your sacred symmetry

I've seen the sacred symmetry in your anxious arrivals and depressed departures
And in their scintillas liminal, lifetimes of grim tribulation and true jubilation.

I dare to dream one dream: to remove you from the balance, and take you by the hand
and water your sacred leas from the wellspring of my love.

When you rain

When you rain, do you rain on fields and forests, giving sustenance to all manner of living, growing things?
Or do you rain on city streets, washing away the daily dust and grime?
Or do you, like me, fall on the ocean?