the Rustic toiling
alongside th’ Embellish’d
molds a Way of Life
alongside th’ Embellish’d
molds a Way of Life
whins of sapphire tittering
on a clear night
tendrils of turquoise in song
to a warm heart
the ruby of a rainbow the star
of a summer’s rain
it is You
for a whole minute
no ringtones
no voices to hear
no texts to read
no one’s answering
somehow
he must at least
try to speak to himself
his fix to satisfy
while his mind
grins and whispers
“Do you hear yourself?
Do you see yourself?”
how will Her nursling
prevail
to childhood
to elderhood
thru obscurity forthcoming?
whispering off granite walls
another epos
or thy thoughts
with open sails
listening
as far as can hear th’ ear?
fingertips from hope?
but hope, nonetheless
with glitter to ornament
Heaven’s face
and ours
with reasons to smile
again