lotus.

He awoke to a comfy cat on his rested legs

He grinds tasty beans and makes coffee before a morning pee

The sun is obscured by thick, charcoal clouds

Rain pelts the windows, increasing and very loud

The sun says “hi”, even though he can’t view her with his eyes

A steady rain feeds the thirsty trees

God is providing for his absent flowers

That increase and blossom in a neighbor’s yard

His life shuffles like a deck of tarot cards

On the rise, Pluto and Mars patch the scars

Water as a sign, the silver sea beckons and moans

Tones of Terrapin echo and roll down the hill collecting moisture

Two pretty pumpkins pose, awaiting a kiss from the nose of a knife

Seeds of tomorrow take root in a Dahlia shoot

A sea of sitars swirl in succulent sounds

Emotions dance on the clouds and in the ground

Prisms of sacred schisms sewing flames with arms and legs

Trading entangled embers by the shore

Migratory birds screeching out ancient folklore

The Scorpio is in the doorway of hopes and dreams

Accumulating Angels are beaming

Fantastic luminescent lights

With the horizon in his sights

He dwells all alone, while she scribes on her throne

Roughly half a century ago he took one breath

Now he laughs at the silly shadows of death

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery