Seen There, a Face Now Worth Believing (3/3/2020).

I saw a face there, a blossoming amongst the leaves

Their tepid buds, frolicking slowly, drifting along with my heart in earnest

They pop, rise, slide, crane, all

It’s in a new hope their a hear now resides, a shadesong setting

A time of forgetting, organs oft hemorrhaging.

Benign.  Sometimes, a deft sign. 

For its a simple flight, a strong stride along old loam, and the deed is done

All along a path, occasionally leading up, somewhere.

Most of it seeming to fester.

I found a place, all of crust and black stone

Cutting feet, seeming sweet,

Up on the tall cliffs

But there remains that face there, tasting first light, hard noise

Flight, all

I continue to pause, to better glance back

As it’s a bright worth seeing,

Lost amongst the hotshade,

Growing quick amongst the long lanes, there, pennylane, anywhere;

All is strange - this blue orb sliding around a found Son.