Xanthusia Poem by Drew Engman

Xanthusian Lizards in Xeric Places
What is this, sweet madness
Springtime, early on. And all in.
Rise and shine, wildflowers are blooming,
Yours and mine, Listen; It's calling.
We are us and all we have is ours in bloom for now, and that enough. Tomorrow won't ever be any closer to today than it was yesterday And That sounds good and seems to be right
So leave it where we left it after that today was taken
We're here now, and if I'm not mistaken,
We'll get another shot in the morning
Until our day comes and we don't
Make it through some final night.
Let our first night be forgotten, let our last night be inspired
Who knew all we'd begotten they'ld bequeath to wind and fire.
Let the bad days show our weakness, let the good times roll our tales
If we lost our heads in passion, then we found our souls in pain.
suffering set us on long journeys to make sense of life's unknowns
Some things I've bought or given, but the truth has never sold
Because each one must earn the right to hear it, then what we knoiw, we own. You can start in love with all that's right, and true,
And someone to share your life with, who helps your best shine through.
Now the night howls all around us, wild and deadly as a shark That has scared us in a huddle, knowing we can't see in the dark As she circles in to watch us trying to listen very hard.