The Gift

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