Poetry with out a mission.

It does not need one.  Nor does it require one.  It does not need to be the language of the heart, nor a way of making a point.

Yes this is...

Wearing an idea on his head

The idea

The idea

Winter has come again

Landing into summer

ECHOE of laughter

For long ago winters

Hiding tears

Summer is midwinter

Lovers in different worlds

Reaching across roads of rivers

Touching hearts with marmalade flowers

Still an idea has a special power

Shimmering on the waters

Healing every minute

Of every hour

You.

Someone said the universe is a boat.

Boats are not symmetrical in any way and are over man made.  If that's a metaphor then I get it.  Boats explore and drift around.