SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Intoxified

Rose petals, strafed
By gentle currents, descend
as pink tear drops, clot
brittle weeds before
lost love lifts to the sky.

See me now from heaven?

Buoyed on pricked arms,
watchful bald buds throb joy,
Bittersweet envision gleeful castoffs
pocketing dreams on summer carpet —
for some greater purpose?

Butterflies fibrillate, intoxify
a solemn, near barren bush --
sunshine glitter searching succulent
dew drops that I might live forever?

Wait longer. Should breath leave me,
I want to be standing here
in your colored scene, inhaling
nature, reviving hope in dreams.


6.23.17
6.28.22 revised