A Leonine Moment (2003)
Yellow lion teeth like petals of love
I picked the green savannah grass,
It had just stopped raining and pearls,
as a glass bead around a cub's neck,
glinted in the sun that had been hiding
behind rain pregnant clouds, thunder
and lightning; far away, I heard
A lion's roar, inconsolable was its loss.
While looking up into the blackness; past this now leafless canopy
Fires are simply burning; within their own realms of infinity
Wonderous twinkling is intertwined in the branches repeatedly
It is hard to believe this basic beauty gave spawn to humanity
Gifts from a crescent saw of lit reflection; drops in stillness, from the tree
Ignition, found that, warmth is a life-long present; fate gave inside of thee
Stars are everywhere, not just in the dark heavens; of which we can plainly see
In endless cliches of sticks and stones; none can break the leonine inside of me
internal ryhme,I find, much on my mind,
will a rime riche,be its niche
internal ryhme,I find, much on my mind,
will a rime riche,be its niche
A Leonine Moment
Yellow lion teeth like petals of love
I picked in the green savannah grass,
it had just stopped raining and pearls,
as glass bead around a child´s neck,
glinted in the sun that had been hiding
behind rain pregnant clouds, thunder
and lightening; far away I heard
a lion roar, inconsolable was its loss.