the gutters of time

so soon have you forgotten again my son
running in shadow
asleep to this moment-
that all is my breath
every eye lit with the light of my love
every heart beating the rhythm of my eternal drum
the bird over head
the air through which she glides
the blades of grass on which you stand pondering
her effortless flight
the soil in which each blade takes root and grows
following the great golden sun across the sky
the canopy of countless silver stars above
the dark expanding blue canvas unfolding behind those living suns
the wind, and the leaves that dance to its whispered song
each perfectly shaped raindrop-
falling, collecting, washing down the gutters of time
the pen, the paper, the hand that moves the pen
all is my love.
all is my breath.
you too.