Solar flared forget me not’s.

We can but wish for beautiful things

Beautiful moments
Beautiful days
Beautiful movements of light energy rays
Infusing us with the momentum
To hurry on to do good things
Washing us with the tidal waves
Of a million trillion photozoic specks
Of deep space ripples
Sloshing through our brains our knees our vanity

Beautiful children’s

Beautiful smiles
Beautiful hugs and naked joy
Beautiful roly poly boy just being
Like a sun flare roaring into the blackness
With dragon crashing extensions
Smashing tiny flower petals
Into hot magenta lucidity
On the cold anvil of no-time
As the delicate play of co-incidence
Savours her own glad fact

We can only be grateful for happy accidents

Like nuclear super novas
Licking ephemeral flowers into perfectly becoming
Edible little pea pods
Season upon season
In the subtle way the universe has with silence yet
She has away with words as well
away with words!

The word is not the sunshine

The word can’t make the bird sing
Who ever heard of man alive
Doing anything much
but measuring
Such a lovely lovely thing.