The angels beat a drum for me
As the earth rises to meet my feet
Nor a single undergarment is on
Just a flowing pink dress.
I am off to meet destiny
Yet am unable to surmise
Is she found within the core of man
Or will she be a gentle surprise?
Right now it is frozen ground
Cracking with every step
Allow my hair to fall on my back
They say around the corner
I’ll find a woman
Who just lost a child
They say to allow the wind blow through you
To stand facing it and it will never fail
But of all the things I’ve learned in life
I know destiny will prevail.
Summer bows its head to fall
We watch the leaves turn to orange
With no symphony to bid the farewell
Just photos to show the turn.
Winter rapes the fall of death
It isn’t the subtle season
I’m frozen in a bed of ice
Waiting for something to give in
Something to say we are done
Four statue heads sit apart
Two are facing one another
Two are facing the ground
A man kneels in the middle of them
With the firm realization
His destiny lies within one of them.
Shaking a tree in an orchard
She cannot get it to move
Yet she stands there
Shaking this tree
Hoping if she does it long enough
Something will happen.
Some praise her tenacity
Some call her a fool.
Spring always makes me roll my eyes
Everyone stands in amazement of it.
It is the birthing season
Yet I keep thinking
In a few months
It will all be dead.
Years later I visit the statues
The two facing one another are lovers
The two facing down are the reality
We learn to love
We face our destiny
Then we fall into death
May we all do it