Full Circle

Full Circle

My likeness for you is growing
And it started as a very tall tree.
It's leaves like a jade fu dog
or orange in the fall like the fire in your eyes
or the fire that may
one day release you back into the atmosphere.
Full circle. Those eyes. Orange eyes.
Orange like the brightest fold
In the blanket of space that we call
A universe. Boldly the Gods pull it over
Your eyes. Your eyes. And all they
See now are patterns. Patterns of habit,
Patterns of color, patterns of energy.
Oh and if you could only close your eyes
And burn all the bridges inside
Until you were lost with nowhere to hide
Until the blue blue sky just up and cried
A blue blue rain that felt no pain
And put you out in a puddle
Of black black creosote that the sun
Would dry into a black black stain.
All it would take is a seed, a spark, sight, and a flame
To see that one day the human
Perceiving what seems so inhumane
Will be a white, woven light
and colorblind again.