I Am the Mouth

I am the mouth

I am the mouth of the Grand River of times unfolding.
My eyes blossom like roses, perfectly in their own time.
I swallow the seasons digesting them to dust,
Burping up the aroma of bliss,
Carried on a warm breeze swirling a kiss,
On the forehead of those stuck in the cold of winter.
Sacrificing my body as the kindling glowing warmth,
Golden rays melting the ice separating us.
As one, unified in symbiotic strength.
As one, singing the song of love.
What could there be to fear?
It all falls away, as the soul rises to meet the sun/son