Cover my eyes that I might not see intolerance
that I should, with handkerchief in hand,
catch the falling tears,
shed with collective sadness
...
Flutter in the fringe that is the silver moon
With the harmonic heartbeat of the white winged dove.
In a sultry swirl that steals away from the madness of everyday
Like a golden thread, spun out of straw,
...
Just as the myriad of colors begin to tumble
Just as the sweating summer waves her final farewell
Just as the winds change from gentle breezes,
To the threat of gales...
...
That she should ask in sweet sought out advice
my interpretation of defining Peace and Harmony...
To string together syllables,
in structured form...
...
Your eyes, like diamonds
I could never afford
Your lips, the rarest of wine
...
I see the world in colors,
Still unnamed
Feel love and heartache,
Like thunder
...
I wake to the sound of my coughing cat
A hairball lodged, to be dispelled
...
If I knew new
To be the best foot forward
Then I to step outside
All reservation
...
Were it not for the cold hard telling of
unimaginable truths
I would have stayed in the steady stream
of you holding onto me
...