Color show 33

Color show 33

Between the semesters of learning in this post apocalyptic dating land

The cobble stone streets are cracked and segregating into stepping blocks

Of rather not, of venture over of faces staring back at a cadaver

Of a man strung up in the noose of this Indian land

Hoping that emotions could bundle up in a soldier seed

Riding the wind in an espionage scheme to slip in the drink

Of consuming a possibility of where our lives could meet

As if the overwhelming wall of how I present this ball

Of being and shrouded up desert living could some how entwine

With a life imagined beautiful, hoping that you somehow simply

Wanted me enough to want all of this, asking for more than I could ever wish

In my honest one way conversations with the Lord

For just the chance to have a reciprocating love, a color show

Of idle blows obliterated in the fireworks of withered hurts bursting

In blues and reds and every embryo of hope could blossom from this head

Signature on a heart and you gave birth like a feathered lark

Landing in this nest of a rebellion’s staging in an egg erupted

From all this pain in blazing salvos of no more

And celebration of the now, this pit has ripened and how

Beautiful the germ erupting in verdant tendril spiral

That all this apparent sacrifice had a purpose to pass that plight

Into a sky afire in the radiance of broken lamps and candle pyres

Flame and name all the stars as red giants and yellow dwarfs

And all the love the pitcher pours an overcoat across this sky

That there is now a you for this I and the hope in me had not died