Allegory and Apology
Whenever we meet
it’s always a December waterfall
rhapsodizing beneath the smirk
of a moonlight princess.
It was fear that first put gods on earth,
masters we no longer
take time to believe in.
Across roadways recently desolate
like agitated mysteries
and through the deep forest green
boughs of innocence burn.
Entering slowly into your absence
our unmade children
will become brilliant tyrants
and enslave most of the human race.
But we will love them anyway
and celebrate the gullibility
of the entire world.
All colors wait to be absorbed
by our creatures so luminous
sunlight is their persistent shadow.
I’m so sorry for this ongoing fiction
but the soft rain that falls
won’t do anything
to end your loneliness;
any easement is only temporary.