Sometimes I say things
to say something
Words without meaning

But my words to you
will always
ring true.

Its beams pull at the heart strings, each a different noise.
No ray on a futile descent.
All with purpose and poise.
Each stream of light reinvents,
the palette of colors our earth bares.
Truly nothing compares.

Convincing the heart
to love
is simple.
But arguing against it,
is not.

Wrapped around my neck are red fingernails,
their color warns me of what they draw.

Do you choose not to feel?
Like a hand with a glove chooses to not touch.

You are the moose on the wall.
Hollow of all liveliness,
barren of all thought.

Eyes, like a blue clouded sky, raining bright rays of yellow sunlight.