I
This universe may have been born
At any time,
At no place in particular, and
For no reason what-so-ever.
In fact,
There may be yet another universe
Being generated
Even, now in your womb.
Or, if you are of masculine persuasion,
In the more sensuous reaches of
Your cerebellum.
But for all the infinite and
Possible worlds...
The oceans of sexual atoms,
The laughing consciousness of stars,
And the on-going collisions of
Crazy galaxies and time...
My world is a human world
Made of tear drops and kisses,
Miraculous seasons, and
Places with strange-sounding names.
II
All that you learn,
You create.
Your eyes weave
The tapestry of sunset...
Your fingers mold
The reality of my hand...
And your mind is a universe,
In touch with my mind,
Which is also a universe.
And we float together
In an enormous human dream
Which wishes to be filled
With nothing but happiness–
If we all would make it
So
III
When I was younger,
I lived in a black-and-white world
Of judgement and sorrow.
Now, I am older and
Paint every thought with feeling.
I live in an
Emotional-water-color world
Of soft pastels.
IV
If I seem impatient
It is because
Life is flavored like
A rainbow-chrysanthemum.
I need to taste all of it
And I want to share.
Perhaps, I am sentimental.
I warm my soul
With sepia memories.
And if I appear, at times, emotional––
My life is a whirlpool
Of quiet passion
Mostly unexpressed,
All caring.
V
Although I am in love
With the forever-fleetingness
Of this life-
One day, I will disappear
In the normal elfin way–
Running across a meadow
And over a rolling hill,
Thinking about life, and
Laughing.