To the blind man’s hand- Warmth echoes through fingertips. Skin is colorless. Love, hate, fear-all emotion Are simply lines on a face.
To the blind man’s hand- Warmth echoes through fingertips. Skin is colorless. Love, hate, fear-all emotion Are simply lines on a face.
Swallow on rooftop- Meticulously building. Patiently repeat.
Beast inside all men- Howling at the darkened walls. Held in gentle chains.
Tree over small yard, Ground littered with children’s toys. Alone in the dark. Bed sits unused and unmade- Air conditioning rattles.
Season’s transition. Sitting alone in desert- Straw dog on fire.
The eyes of children Looking glass into our soul Clean of age’s stain
Green grasslands alive Stretching towards incarnate sun Golden they lay dead
In land of no horizon The future anonymous- Bleak save struggles. Life teeters on jagged edge, Adversity flourishing.