They say it’s hard for love to thrive
In such times as these
But I wonder who made the signs
That keep showing up on the roads and streets
I swear I’d think it’s crazy
If it hadn’t been happening now for weeks
I can’t ignore the license plates
Personalized just for me (and you) to see
You cannot call it “reading into things”
I’m quite frankly tired of that excuse
I’ve heard it spouted off to many of those that dream
And I can say with quiet confidence, that’s it’s no use.
We are in the middle of a maelstrom
Not of our own devising
So we have to be the witnesses
Of the setting and the rising
So we bear the name of crazy
And, no, we don’t fit in
But we have visions that are amazing
Colors are vibrant, and veils are thin
So no more say that love
Does not exist in times like these
It is all the more ever-present
Responding to every need.
(October 29,2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem