Erin’s Valentine

Of course when you speak about ideas
You mean the gods the ruling forces 
The occupants of the third heaven
Who stand behind and issue forth
With what to them is commonplace
But to us is rarest wisdom
Our words sharp squawks to them
Their mountains of light
Falling on us then rising in red
And green shoots of the present
Moment in our weedy minds
But what happens when love wakes up
Won’t it be harsh and hopeful
Pushing its way into the heart
And hollering for its new day