Lotus

I would let the world burn

If it meant I could see you one last time

I could let the skies collapse 

if I could press pause on time 

in a little sun filled gale

there is a wooden swing

it's creaky and it's old, but then

so is everything

it is so dear and pretty

the meadow's filled with bees

there are flowers brushed

I'm sorry.

And I guess that's all I can really say.

I watched them fall

watched and I couldn't do anything

at Columbine

at Sandy Hook

at Parkland.

I couldn't do anything

If curiosity killed the cat, then homo sapiens sapiens is closer to felis catus than humanity would like to admit, which is all the more reason to reach for new frontiers.

The clock is broken

It stopped ticking a long time ago

stopped counting how much time has passed.

It's an old grandfather clock, oak wood, and sculpted to perfection

carefully crafted by hands

that belonged to men

You’re pretty like sunshine and roses

But also like orchids in moonlight

Like water reflecting the sky

Like tired nights when the wind heaves a sigh