Blue Hyacinth

Where we meet on a street, the light expounds Rose blossoms in their earthier display, Clusters of creamy bright stars, heaven's white Roses, hyacinths sprout, a lovely fleet, The transient guests at the feet of a queen, Life booms and fades, the scent of God in motion, The lurching days and nights pass, as all things, Silence affirmed in the grave's greediness,— As life becomes the food of nightcrawlers, Sinews of clear blue sky collapse, so does Intrepid heaven's heartbreak's prescription, Capsules of magic, earth turns upon its axis, In the midst of this all, your beauty stays, The only constant this small song retains.