Poem for You and Me

Sticking together like friends in the wind
Connecting with the earth as we sleep
Like infant hedgehogs unsteady and pink
We are land-grabbers sleeping under the stars

In the falling leaves are the water spirits
The earth whispers through its cyclic love
Following the breeze to the Recall Station
Where la hope separates you from death

Asleep you feel yourself climbing
You are the sap in the tree of many faces
Suddenly in the hot sun, you hang like breadfruit from a branch
A star in the specimen dish of eternity

When the world is dead may love have a long life
May you ride with the galaxy through the changing universe
May love like white-light be your dancing gown

May new life grow in the living tresses of your hair
May your senses shine like a nebulas conquest
May you live like the cycle of the living starlight

Where does this insanity of words emerge from?
Do I suck it through a straw from a mug of vino?
I don’t know why any heart should live
Or sup on porridge in the kitchen of life

This is the poem of a Nobody, a fool
But I’ve reserved the right to be who I am
You can define me, refine me, you can even nevermind me
I’m baked in an oven like a gingerbread man

The recipe of me is almost forgotten
I am a glowing ember in the smoke of life
But I know myself like bread knows flour
And there’s hardly enough to pay for the ride