by David M. Schulz
Advance to Venus.
Creep up to Mercury.
Wait. Then,
Leap into Solar fury,
And see the brightness
Of a new day in a golden
Field. Hear the sound
of a stream
Nearby, distant Woods, and their Satyrs.
See the Nymphs, the Dragons,
and the Bane?
Is life still the same as
When you went to sleep
in the grass?
Wake up, Sleeping Boy!
See the Golden Sun and love
your skin.
Laugh, Colorful Girl
As you think
of him
With straw in his hair
And only care for you.
You are perfume.
Would you send yourself
Into the flame if you knew
that you might
Wake that way another
Day on the other side
of your arrival?
David M. Schulz is a writer working in the northeastern corner of California. He is an approved-source farmer and a citizen scientist. He enjoys dark skies and lessons learned from the prevailing winds. He has a poem in Young Ravens Literary Review’s 19th issue and a poem in Shooter Literary Magazine’s 15th issue.
