I am raising suns & orange moons
Searching for traces of God in ruins, twisted up and woven between blades of grass.
And I day dream of the past moving like molasses
Ring around the rosy around & around & around my last man.
Evaporation of so many plans. Crumble into millions, millions broken into trillions crowding, irritating every crevice of me like sand.
I miss you like I love sex on the beach.
I miss you like I love to each a peach.
You moved me with the power of a Dr. King speech.
I’m raising suns & orange moons
I’m raising sand and hell and I mine as well raise myself too.
After so much spent on raising you.
But we’re movin on up like elevators in this world baby
I descend down to get grounded to my earth, and swells of you break fourth within me and rain down on me.
Love rain down on me.
I am setting suns & blue moons
Hues of human love blend from red to rust & blue to a melancholy shade of dust.
Yet we will transcend, our heart and mind bend to reach to some higher understanding of
I get high above the city.
I sit high above the city.
Casting light, my love is plenty.
I think about the man I’ll love
And how he’ll bring me flowers, just because they’re pretty.
I sing high above the city.
Twinkling lights fade in & out as my eyes go blurry.
I smile to our mother moon
Because I know my love is coming soon.
Is coming soon.