JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
Now I’m watching over you, because I cut it way too deep, don’t worry I’m still watching you, I watch when your asleep, I know you miss me so much, and you loved me with all your heart, but I’m in a better place now, and you cant tear it apart, you don’t have to worry now, I’m with some of our relatives, just don’t do what I did, and you shall live, I’m always around you, and always on the inside, I’m in the wind, in your dreams, anywhere you seek me, just have the time of your life, and don’t cut it too short, take in every second, minute, hour, because you’ll never know when you’ll end up where I am
