Fields

Fragile Fields
speck of dust
seven dead stars
bright on earth
tough enough
dangerous
native fields
of rainbows
of blue lotus

sirens of the womb
being of severed sea
shifting soon as wonders of the world
as little sweet girls
forming fields and seven hills
fragile Fields
a fearful yield

Blue bird

Blue bird leaving trails on flights of hail
I see you
Eyes exuding scents of a longing lover
I stare and wish you’d be seen
Death rises to be plucked picked and shipped
You shift in humbled pride
Oh blue bird
Wings engulfing raw doing and curves
Each day stern legs stretched out in knowing they’d touch the ground
In distance quickly
Everything glows
New nerves stand firm
For your blue hairs
Blue feathers of an innocent love
Pure sacred, honorable and divine
Blue bird I’ll always hold you closest to mind