Staring hard at the landscape,
I recognize the faces of my ancestors,
We're not really here for the Universe,
We're here for love and for ourselves,
The Universe wouldn't really notice,
If we disappeared,
Vanishing into the landscape,
Dematerializing into nothingness,
Fading deep into space,
That iconic place where we began,
God gifted us with life,
Living to love and learn.

Life is us,
Like the living cosmos,
Eternal love supports performance,
There isn't much the moon will tell us,
Reckoning craters and tears and heartaches,
All those trials and tribulations,
Existence here on mother earth,
All these earthly trails,
Leading us through the quavering Universe,
All those wavering songs of Hallelujah,
Reverberating from galaxy to galaxy,
God's trembling songs for us,
Molding the mysterious Universe,
Everything ordered and behaving,
All these weaving hymns,
Trill quivering throats,
So much unforeseen and more,
We're grounded here with our inherent yearning,
God's cosmic gifts for us,
Life and love and learning.

All these dreams,
Spatial reality so it seems,
All these visions of freedom,
Like a population of kind smiles,
Nodding compassionate acknowledgements,
Empathy expressly shared,
Wand'ring through the extravagant crowd,
All this song-like poetry,
Up lyrical Baker street,
Left on Victoria to Ward,
All those brilliant memories at 29 Claude street,
Past venerated Ainsworth and upstart Kaslo,
All the way north to Porter Creek,
One damn reality to the next,
One giant step for neo-discovery,
One freestyle cartwheel to neo-recovery,
This artful Canadian dream,
Where deep canyons,
Carving their practical way,
Meditating over eons,
Shape an impatiently fragile world,
White water and cold water and blue water,
Drop after sacred drop,
Blessed drips of water,
Chiseling prophesy into hard rock,
For sacrosanct love and water's sake,
Reciting inviolable poetry,
Echoing across the reticent landscape.

All those groomed love songs,
Looming ash piles of incinerated hearts,
Artistic bits and pieces of broken lovers,
Blowing in the autonomous wind,
Tomorrow will be reshaped,
Dreams can be landscaped,
If we listen carefully,
We'll hear revealing poetry speak,
Perhaps we'll even see the light,
If we turn a blind eye,
Turn and even sometimes run,
We shall surely stumble,
Tumbling as we try so hard to fly.

We are held captive here,
Enslaved by this oppressive atmosphere,
Impressive chemistry constructing visions and other realities,
Chained by life to this virion earth,
Gone viral with so much epic fear,
Overcome by so many skeptical mysteries,
Labouring to be tuned in,
Trying to feel and see and hear,
Gone are those virulent dark days,
Stark episodes when a remarkable moon,
Marked social life and human history,
But now we are blinded by some sordid light,
Fortune has beckoned us forward,
Toward that legendary edge,
Where humankind stands to call,
Atop that majestic yet scary ledge,
Where we either heroically fly or tragically fall.

Love won't catch us,
As we fall,
Love can't save us,
When rigorous destiny calls,
That arrow you unforgivably shot,
Piercing my bleeding heart,
Still a gaping wound there,
Lamentably gashed as love doesn't care.

Far beyond those dangerous canyons,
Past all those petrified dreams,
All those blessed liquid drops,
Water configuring the world,
Atmospheres of love and chemistry,
Styling the colour of the wind,
Admitting without blue oceans,
Blue sky would not exist,
All these hopes and dreams,
All these atmospheric motions,
Simply could not resist,
Breezy twisting love,
Shifting lusty notions,
Down busy Baker street,
Past Ward and Richards,
Into the din of the resilient mountains,
Haunted forests where dreams are found and lost,
Old growth visions waking the soul,
Jungles urging rapturous love to intervene,
Encouraging this bionatural cost,
Remodeling pitfalls and deep dark holes,
Where love is always lost it seems,
Where lonely hearts are pierced,
By fearsome love with all its cruel means.

There is no such thing as unconditional love,
Provisional love,
Indivisible love,
But conditions exist in physics,
A shrewd molecular structure,
Synapses radiating beyond aperture,
Fixing variable light into reality,
Dreams into contextual rights and wrongs,
Discoloured love waits impatiently,
Banging out love songs,
Conditionally expecting more,
All those pangs and heartfelt wanting,
Clanging helplessly against love's black and white door.

Yet in the end there is precious life,
Midst transparent trying love,
Crying dependent love songs,
Chained behind love's rapturous door,
Atmosphere remains key,
Divine water washes over us,
Prophetic flotsam arriving on love's distant shore,
Washed up like bottled prayers,
This plastic world,
Like plastic love,
Strangling whales and mermaids,
Choking Poseidon himself,
Expressive chemistry matching Rapunzel's impressive braids,
Love stretching those outer limits,
Towering above fantasy's blissful realm,
Casting spells that love dreads,
Precious life at Nature's helm,
Losing treasured love in uncharted chasms somehow,
Stitching true love into that loveless abyss,
Pitching hope where we never really know,
If honest love will truly hit or abjectly miss.