The Soft Showers Of Her Bright Blue Eyes Poem by gregory collins

The sidewalk is curved, like
my chilhood's faith,
is an understood thing
between my parents.
But it leads me to you,
even when i am stunned;
Even when i slumber along,
like the firefly awakens
age after forever age.

Pillowed upon the moment,
i should have stayed concealed.
I should have expected
justice and mercy were in
confusion and fright,
and it is my time for bliss
to have a thousand eyes.
It is my soul that has made
and re-made a God you must see.
A bed of our arms
and candlelight that assumes
the sun has a personality.

That the birds survive long enough
to make the leaves a fence
upon which poetry leans:
Upon which, is it even worth a penny,
sitting sadly upon
our millions of thoughts;
My old griefs inside the soft showers
of her bright blue eyes.
My deeper understanding of a gentle fate