True how love never fades away
there within the dark pines
where everything is tangibly real
as the phosphorus celestial moon
affects oceans & hearts;
as one day is every day —
chasing each other.
emotions tears from south
& north eating west and east
the rarest of sights: a snowflake
in June kneeing my ship of ta-to-to-too
uncovering my Heart as a ship
with a black cross — a pirate navigating
by way of a silver gull. Still, and so,
i arise before the yellowed-yoke of the Sun!
crying! As i dry my wet soul.
:: 06.23.2020 ::