the first thing
i see
the primal fire
that calls to me
like a morning breeze
in spring
like a cheesy love song
as the birdies sing
to the first thing

the only one
a private game
the urge to run
through those fields of green
you often glean
in films
full of schlock
but be it cuck or cock
it’s always fun
as the only one

this magical moment
a beautiful crime
with random selection
it’s all in my mind

the last time
the final finale
manifesting sublime
as we stroll
along the strand
and the future’s fall
becomes our hand
in the love
we shall always find
for the last time

and in some ancient cathedral
we climb
to where the bells of tomorrow
still rumble and ring
for the first thing

Peace/Love/Awareness

m(~_~)m