Sunday, May 8, 2022

On Earth

Leave the house in which I wait
I dance through my garden gate 
Oscillate and undulate 
Shimmy from this stalemate
Lay beneath our sky and say
Heaven, how's my lion today?
Dialing stars as darkness falls
Solar system soulmate call
I hit 1-800-HOME
He answers his telephone
Down a weeping willow tree
Goes through grass and up to me
All I feel is love and peace
Send him same into the breeze
Softly smile and fall asleep
Wakened with a hypnic jerk
I hear how to make this work
Would you like to meet on Earth?
Speak to him in your artwork

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