Convergence

Collapsed.
Old Caverns
Dwelling inside.

Dripping Gold
To Heal Wounds.
You never confirmed
The intrepid tryst
Of Bees And Trees.

Unearthing bronze
Instead of Silver.
Excavation.
You uprooted
My tangerine grove.

I find complexity
Of intransience
Under foot and
Fingertips.

Step lightly,
Sasquatch.
I tip cradles evermore
Forming a crown
From withered sea flowers.

I dive deep below
Only to resurface.
Displaced.

Placid Black Lagoon,
How easily you can
Suffocate me.

To pass by
Life’s timepiece
Solo.
To be inundated
For infinity
By Another.

The Cruel
Crisp Air
Lingers
With your
Midnight Eyes.

I might never
Strike Gold,
But Bitter Brass.
Forever,
I quarry for
Obscured
Crude Diamond.