She Believes In Lavender Moons

Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years. this is such a poem where i can see the step from the eristic with a quiver full of quodlibets to the fruition of a close relationship with God. here is where it begins, there is an addendum below she believes in lavender moons wishes upon stars that are galactic in breadth cherishes the thoughts of turquoise turtle doves gives credence to an undiscovered planet whose position in the heavens will birth age of love and redemption for humans where raspberry grandmothers sit in lemon drop rocking chairs while ruminating in blueberry neopalliums licorice trees span the meadow adorned with strawberry flowers while rainbow-colored grasses wave in a peppermint breeze she believes in angels i do not believe in angels leaping from many cultures meaning courier first appearing with the Persians, or was it Sumeria wings attached to a human body, a piqued imagination they were believed to be messengers from the gods also, there was a guardian angel in the mix where the Annunaki crawled out a mind riffling the neurons, quarks in creation Swedenborg or was it Aquinas' hierarchy Nike, Hermes, Blake, Augustine, Gabriel, Raphael Isis in wings, the names mix in an elan vital feeding upon each other where i have no miracle no dendrites, no neurons, no synapses tho i believe that we are beyond cannibalism not by much, but some distance credit to humanity where humanity moves forward i possess the notion of a Creator moved to a reflection deposited by the rains upon the plains the animal gods could not survive these narcissistic glimpses this led to mirrors, statues, and myth the growing anthropomorphic deposited on the door of an evolving consciousness by some haphazard form of epistasis so where does that leave this era, this orphan just another smiling idiot i suppose trying to make it on a planet of pharaohs and fidos i do not understand the thoughts she conveys sharing a persiflage of shoes and sealing wax realms of cabbages and kings where once as a species we removed fleas to fill the time between sleep and hunting now coffee and Proust's depth of any conversation revealing the patricians are the plebians in the end, is dust at the feat of some monument crumpled with time and neglect as is love scribbled upon a tree as i too fill a moment scribble a napkin with "manumit" she sits across the table, weaving dreams connecting thoughts in a voice too gentle we share coffee the hardness within stands in awe that such gentleness exists had the world such imagination and faith rather than the hypocrisy of its' institutions our existence might have taken different paths doubters such as i would be forced to cling to brighter visions we share coffee i wait for no demise of illusion or new consciousness greet death with but a modicum of faith and that is the reward of this coffee i leave her with a demitasse of belief humanity will survive its' mouth and rectum because there are those who see lavender moons, turquoise turtle doves with such faith, a billion suns become one where hope dwells stirs within me feelings i do not understand where the shadows within wait for enlightenment hope that the world is without end and arrives soon which i admit, i seriously doubt will yet, leave a modicum of faith wandering in the shadows within Fergus Falls 97 Addendum: thousands of years before the concept of a soul and an after life Egypt had them. After you died, on your way to your afterlife, you had to travel through the Hall of Maat. The god Anubis weighed your heart. The god Thoth (pictured above) recorded the findings. And the god Ammut stood by and if you did not pass muster....Ammit would consume the heart of the unworthy, preventing the impure soul from being granted immortality and joining Osiris in Aaru....there you have it, reward and punishment. i was never a fan of Carl Jung's Collective Unconscious however folks, there is a good case for it. for more on Angels, Youtube: The Hierarchy of Angels: Seraphim, Cherubim, and Thrones