Reach
by Ru
(written 2005)

Lupines genus cried out for joy,
Tiding of Magpies carry the seed,
strawberries coalesce in cream.

Pair of dice, so unattainable,
rolling from your fingers so nimble,
Roll the dice but fate cannot be tricked,
roll the dice,
roll them,
roll.

Tiny droplets refuse to turn into diamonds,
frozen diamonds falling into the darkness.
The warmth ignites the choices we make,
like puppets marching to battle,
like cats running from dogs.
but don’t feel for the cat,
lest you forget about the mouse.

Fingers stretching to the sun, they reach,
like daisies we remember the fun,
and reach..
is there a pun.. what was that gun..
are you stunned...
reach...

the fingers are reaching again,
the strawberries rot in the cream..
The seed has landed,
open your surprise.
Tell me what you find..
what was there..
to find..

The sequel is coming out next year,
you know..
Yes, all the same stars will be there,
and the moon,
and maybe Jupiter too,
placed in the sky,
just so..

If this pair of dice can roll for me,
I’ll be there with popcorn,
don’t look so forlorn,
I didn’t drink the scorn,
The ties have been born,
not torn,
don’t mourn,
the makes it yours.