so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow
tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise
to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio
to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie
is human.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
