I am falling in love with a master who
never shows his flaws but the secrecy of his embrace
Holding the night in his arms, he dreams of days better to come,
the soft glow has neither guilt or benevolence
but a thrust into a world so
uncanny with delight it is even
foreign to a child, un-maimed by the trees and leaves
that fall on his head and the passing
of time, and the ever-creator,
giving and taking away as he falls
back and lets the oceans, his
creations, guide him to his home,
to the glow and do him well.
to fathom: the creator, using his creations
only to show a child what
he gives and takes away.
he waits in the shadows of the ferns
and watches with two
he knows he will find peace
when he reaches home.
some wave of ecstasy will ride over him
as he shows the child the dying trees,
he will hold them close and
supervise their growth from his
chair as he sits in the sun, sipping lemonade.
he will fall back and laugh.
he will dance with their teenage lovers and sing
them the best new songs on the radio, he will make them
shriek when their heart first feels pain
he will cover their heads with mothballs when they prepare to marry.
he will carry them into their homes as
dusk sinks into the shapes of their sagging skin
he will be tender and he will tuck them into their beds
he will fall back and
weep with laughter
as they outstretch their fingers
in the dark-lit room to the imperceptible growing light,
invisible to their children.
he will hold them close again he will
sing them the best new songs on the radio
until they fall asleep
they will wake with a start and
be touched for a final and first
time by the soft glow, without guilt or benevolence
they will love the master and
think of those trees
as they weep they will be shown a glory no candle or afterlife can produce.
they will be lowered into the dirt while he throws ashes over the new earth.
he will shed one tear that leaves a red blossom behind
he will walk to the ocean toward home.
he will walk beneath the streetlights, weeping, he will
throw his tears to the air and turn all of the lights out.
he will return to the ocean and lay back, he will take us all home
with him, leaving only
some red blossoms in his wake.
I know because I love him.