One day

One day in the turn around
the "make of love and not the tears"
will come as sun and moon
naturally and artlessly
into a timeless sky.

‘Tis the lack of knowing more
that stifles words of furtherance
but I know of the sun and moon;
how beautiful, intense, and free,
how passionate in need,
and that bow unto each other
a most essential element
in the shining forth.

Sun and moon and timelessness;
words to harvest lovers' needs
planted, grown, and tended
by the intent of heart ~
but could it be heart today
a timid factory hand
in manufacture, check, dispatch,
of all, everything, and more
that makes the people weep?