This Iron-Wine

I like to see my blood

from time to time

always there, hardly seen the heavenly 36.5 degree juice

the good old iron-wine

circling this body

flooding this industrious heart

with its restless waves

nurturing the wind-swept shore of my consciousness

They are inseparable partners

and life...is the shore-line where they meet

as soon as one turns away and solidifies

they both go visiting the stars

I like to see my blood

from time to time

the stream where God has watered

one of his countless colorful sailing boats

and I dare to wish to have my vessels opened

when once the shore-line falls silent

to see this boat sail the great open ocean again...