Revolutionary Poems: Lover, we met an hour ago

Part of the warmth of want, love, and not being lonely is the loveliness of nature. The loveliness that says, 'you don't have to be lonely'. Nature reaches out, if your brave turning to it!

Lover, we met an hour ago.

You were the sunshine and you rose warm

On my icicle skin:

The frost -- shining -- degraded me to a cloud.

So bitterly, I looked to you

You kissed me with your crepuscule pink lips; gold nose; blue eyes and storm-blown hair

I turned away from you in disgrace,

Disagreeing with how you hit the sidewalk

-- how you hit my heart

Lover, long have we been engaged

I was told your skies were blue, your grasses green

And you would deliver powder-pink flowers to me

You have never delivered such

though vibrant assaults of dandelions and hot-pink Pansies crow at my eyes

And I live in Missouri dear,

The grasses are yellow half the year and the weather is never fine

-- It is positively Bipolar!

Sometimes it is nice, the next second it is mean -- So I have now met you Dear.

Lover, days have been sad

Don’t you know I use to live with you,

We slept together and I woke to you

You smiled at me and laughed with me,

Said it would all be fine, now work a bit

-- You motivated me,

Now you're gone.

Dear Nature, I live outside now, outside your warm belly,

Outside your caressing arm, outside your sweet smile and whispered, chilling words

I wake, and I wake to plain walls or poorly colored walls

And I meet you, in pictures of green grasses and simple flowers 

-- always following a simple pattern

Never complex like you are Dear,

And then no one kisses me and holds me as I sleep, not soft moss or bouncy leaves

-- Not moonlight or sweet sun

No one whispers ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I’m not alone’

Your words push against the walls, sometimes knock violently against the doors

And I think perhaps you miss me too

-- It took me so long to meet you dear, but kept away….

I soon learned a cold world where no ice nor snow could transverse

-- And no cool breeze could blow through.

There were lonely, cold-ashen faces there

And faces like magma screeching

And strange sound like the death cries of hawks!

Coming from shiny machines stealing, breathing, eating...all so much substances of you

I thought...maybe you're dead. 

I looked out, out of this frozen water you can see through but is made of fire and sand

I saw you. I thought…..maybe you just abandoned me because….

That is what the cold faces do and the magma mean ones

And the horrible screeches aren’t company.

I thought you abandoned me because….in this cold world 

That's what good things do.

Dear Lover, it’s been ages since I last told you a thing,

It’s been ages before that.

Forgive me, if I don’t caste you a glance

If I hide away for too long

Because you are lovely as a cloud that floats above without a problem

And sees amazing secret beauties

With outstanding stories for translation

And maybe, that loveliness might shed on me again -- one day like the down caste rain.

Author's Note

See me in nature, see this friend wanting to connect to you, be with you, know you. See that in nature, and we will keep you from being too lonely.