Hair

New Sun will be a Moon,

stars twinkle the celebration.

Black Matter, lays to waste,

lay back your mind,

in warm embrace.

Solace will not be,

it stings is disbelief.

Come in and find relief,

or, you will not have a Seer.

Seers are believers,

running, do not hide.

Look up, Look high.

It's in the Sky.

A marvel,

You and I.

Racing to the Universe,

light-years are our age.

So much time and so much space.

Anxious for a taste?

All of hers are everywhere, 

disguised in her under there,

hiding in the Mother, dare!

Natures way of growing hair.

K.A.P.

5/19/2009