What indigo pearl tears have I
In these bellows lungs?
Are they not sweet rain
Formed lovingly
By my internal
Storm clouds?
Ready to nourish
The fertile soil
To make it black again
Fragrant with newness
So that beauty may flourish
In ever evolving
Landscapes
Of emerald green
Eye-splitting delight.
What mossy rocks
Are ready to shine
Dappled with dew
Welcoming this elixir
Of life?
And golden finches
Dancing
In my
Indigo pearl
Tears
And
What rivers
Thirst
For my contribution?
This steeply terrained
Carefully navigated
Tributary of love
Pulled effortlessly
By magnetic
Gravity