Ready?

Is it time for change?
Even lavender hair and raspberry chocolates
stale after long use.

We need a new language.
This one reeks of too many adjectives,
treadbare steel belts.

This fresh new world
cries, weeps for a syntax all its own,
shining, spinning sounds.

We made our own world
when we first bound ourselves together
in that early heat.

Now break the pattern:
wear wonder on our morning faces,
fast night on our lips.

Loose our own fire
consuming every false fear,
leaving only hope.

Time will dance with us
as we lead one another to the last days
knowing only Now.