Poetry & Words

i dream again of a new-soul star

dried california pomegranate

i dream again of a new-soul star
made of the same dust
as these two-ones, and
the pearly newness of
a freshly-made life,
with eyes of green, as yet unseen.

already, beside the calm-blue waters
one waits, hand-made and still,
having not yet crashed through the cosmic firmament
but ready, when the time is right,
to fly on eagleโ€™s wings,
through the stars and heavenlight

into these waiting arms.