Nature Therapy

Stardust lingers in the piercing sun, suspended,

like a spirit after it has left the body;

incandescent fleck, aloof, illuminated,

scintillating sparkles spin your quiet looming,

resting in the trail that lightning leaves behind her,

like the mist that hovers at the foot of chaos,

like melodic silence after music ceases.

Creeping fog that shields us from the morning murder

hunting morning worms among the singing sparrows,

giving sinners grace with each and every return,

kin to lovers' lenses feigning fate to fallows,

drooped between universes like a curling veil,

casting every dream to vision in the blurry;

you have rendered us intoxicated and blind.

Putting faith in burning colors, unbelievers,

catching fallen stars just in case lost prayers don't work,

hoping, seeking truth in silver-tongued deceivers,

politicians in your own right, in your own church,

petals clinging to the cusp of white like lost souls

making us believe there might be magic lurking

in your floral treetop locks whose scent enamors.

You are the elixir when our light is waning,

like the colors that into northern skies slither

through the bitter empty like a brush is painting;

like the leaves that ride the wind before their winter;

like the waves that break the rock then kiss the shoreline,

playing victim after wielding smoke and mirrors,

seeking forgiveness from our decaying corpses.

Somehow seeking peace in fresh air hypnotizes,

but the canopy is where we find some solace.

Perhaps we are death in beautiful disguises,

painting masks so they can't see we're lost and godless,

finding comfort in the beat of drums that center,

singing to the skies so maybe He will hear us,

dying for a chance to live after we have died.

And in that space where the stardust lingers, silent,

unaffected by the gravity that hugs you,

do remember the price for her peace was violent;

but do not forget that mother nature loves you.

Waving tides are not chained to the moon, but loyal,

bound by soul ties like puppets string along masters;

we are all the dust of stars that long to linger.