there are so many gifts
still unopened from your birthday
all by itself in my head
The sky drum plays
I can tell by the light in your eyes
The only life raft here is love
The vintage man keeps on sculpting light
let thoughts become your beautiful lover
all the nonsense in your brain will dry up
like a stagnant pool of water
beneath the Sun
watching the sun and me trade jokes
The sky pulls a mirror from its pocket
I have never heard a bird or the sun
ever say to God, I am sorry
sad people have all built a shrine to the past
often go there to wale and worship
what is the beginning of happiness
to stop being so religious, like that