a little forrest tesselate light

little forrest

thou art sustenance,

multiflorous tesselate lights,

life is movement and movement is life.

the rocks,

the soil,

the trees,

thine life force through me.

chance unto a conduit a life express,

the life of creatures flow through thee,

we be one in the end of our time,

we never were otherwise,

our alpha and omega.

a forever unconditionally love of thee,

an apple asks not if thee art worthy of a bite.

a one woman dance inspire

how to properly light a cigarette

fire boy,
lit by ember conquered,
a life express flame cusped and embraced,
face burning of boy to man in bravado of youth,
sun juice tenderly hath graced a twig,
leafed and subtle,
days long quietly,
unto a mast.
hues of ember glow
lilt to oft,
a night life express counsel with Gaia,
weeps and dreams twinkling in upright wonder of omega,
teetering on loose footing.

do you have a light, she asks.
an iota reflect,
dare to pierce mine eyes,
burnt of embers,
a light?
be it of mine fire?
an ancient yes.