Chris Baur

Solomon’s Gift

Fatih will not fall to sleep, Archers
Elicit themselves with the fire of creation, Scientists
Spend years journeying to their deeper selves, The high
Structures turn poets into waterfalls of emotion, Arrows
Shot forth in longing turned creation around

After your second life
The heat sets in
The Burning starts from within
Like science fiction, Anexamandor cries

From the west
Flowering tulip sunsets
Comes a night of threes
and
The sacred waiting
For the shielding bloom of our souls