Crossing the bridge from distortion into silence
creates the electric hum of a new awakening.
If art is an unfolding rhythm then life must be a song in motion.
There are certain comparisons that never seem
to pop up on any quizzes or SAT questions in class.
I will grade true love on a scale of forgiveness.
I will slide with a smile until slipping through the veil of illusions.
I will spit in the river and witness all ripples.
Burning a drag of smoke with no filter
enlivens the flesh of wet lungs to breathe fresh oxygen.
If the bond is stronger than blood then first kisses are a quickening.
Squirrels naturally seek after fallen nuts near the tree
as deeply the mind digs its roots in for winter.
I will promise you less until the future delivers.
I will dance on this spot as the soil grows richer.
I will lick morning dew from the blades of your grass.
Watching leaves wither toward their inevitable extinction
pushes evolution’s theory to renew its efforts with vigor.
If God is but a dream then I’m happy now to slumber in peace.
Visions carry more weight with the yawning stars
when constellations crystallize in manifested hearts.
I will cherish your eyes when the sun hangs in solstice.
I will hold both your hands when the waves crash upon us.
I will never release from time’s wings as they flutter.
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site https://17numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse.