a gray of tears conceals the sky not long ago a striking blue a tyrant bends his pallid creeds into a vicious dark assails the love that shapes my heart i sit and listen, hear his sound, the thunder of his fallacy, the quaver of a loon in fright a gray of tears conceals the earth not long ago a vibrant green the sun curves its black-body radiance into a blinding white shreds the veil that obscures my view i sit and listen, hear new sounds, the rumbling of the ocean, the tremor of a bird in flight a gray of tears cleanses my soul i sit and listen, i find my voice i fight
Categories: A Bit of Everything
Mina Witteman 