Flowers
I don't understand, in this world of ours,
How some can compare human beings to flowers.
Roses are red, morning glories are blue,
But I am still me, and you are still you.
But flowers can fade, and wither away,
like blood and flesh and bone.
I suppose in that way we are very alike,
For the gods are immortal alone.
All of it Happened a Long Time Ago
A long time ago, all the whales were just wishes,
And manatees, Mermaids to farsighted fishes.
And Selkies would sing to the moon, even though-
All of it happened a long time ago.
A long time ago, ocean dragons could sigh,
And air dragons flew, dominating the sky.
And land dragons hoarded their loot to and fro,
And all of it happened a long time ago.
The Phoenix arose from it's warm bed of ash,
In uncharted Asia's bamboo.
And the Firebird soared over red-rock formations
In west North America too.
And people still talk of them now, even though,
All of it happened a long time ago.
The banshee cry pierced- Ireland's foggy gloom.
And a griffin stood guard over Pendragon's tomb.
And faeries danced jigs all across the moon's glow,
For all of it happened a long time ago.
For stone gave shape and words gave life,
To things that never breathed before!
And ink gave form to many souls,
who ran across the misty moor.
Do you believe, Now that you know?
That all of it happened, a long time ago?