So Should You Be (Poem 362)

When heaven's heavy air 

is jade, so should you be.

Desire, in a mightier soul

of constellated stars, 

hushes the liquescent

flame cut from gardens,

dripping with wisteria,

at their most verdant.

Oh, take away that map 

within—it learned to lie 

to me. Instead, wrap up 

your gratitude, and

watch the morning bloom,

then whisper, after dark

tonight, of the honor 

in beauty's name: 

A poet selling words 

of delight and ennui for 

hours in the blinding veils 

of deep blue desert twilight.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six