2016 12 11
After I walk from the house of the dead
I go down to the valley where trees bloom
and stare at the flowers that grow from skulls
of people I once loved whose names are lost
and walk till I find the red moon of love.
I see their faces nowhere anymore
except when I stare in the lake of stars
at shining reflection of my own face
till seven tears fall from my dreaming eyes
and dissolve to light the red moon of love.
I talk to the trees who talk back to me
and tell me the secrets of life and death
then I laugh with their stories of true love
though nothing but cold wind blows in my face
and whispers about the red moon of love.
Though the hard rain falls and drowns the whole world
I grasp the white ladder lost in the pond
where I was reborn from atomic egg
and lean it high against the apple tree
and climb till I reach the red moon of love.