Life, Geometry's Whisper Poem by A.Z. McCoy

Who made these patterns of night and day,
Strung moon to earth and earth to sun,
Catapulted voices from mountain to ravine
If it wasn't in your eyes, would you tell me
The iris and pupil swirl in imagined song
When my lids close in sleep?

How the eclipse of time, our time, lent its shadows
Over silent loams of heart
and wildfire spirits,
Made the soul lose and forget
How a child's hand grows into another's
Your equations vibrate taut strings, friend
But what do they say lost far from harmony
Your long night's melody
Doesn't ask any true question of day
Nor understand moontide laughter

Watch the Silver Maple's symmetry,
After a boyish dig in soil,
Witness the roots splay
Akin with the branches above in winter
There's nourishment two ways, friend
Both below and up high mirror
and the wind dances in the leaves come summer,
Sparks the fuses golden come October
Then cracks veins with fall's cool breath
To peaceful dream of spring's next children

Your logic spells weigh heavy on scales, I know
Deduce much from the cracked asphalt's puzzle
But when you forget, could I remember
Irrational love, pushing us headlong in busy traffic,
That laughs at your divides: straw men may jig
To the tune of your violin and syllogism
But the soul stretches far beyond
An equation's reckoning and balance
In elliptical echo, waltzing this sphere with another,
Long after these shells of ours wither