a sweet serene gaze captures my spirit
like light through a glass prism,
I diverge into a spectrum of colors I wished not see for myself.
I wonder if he would forgive me;
an abomination or merely another being
amongst an ineffable design of life?
to be light through one's prism,
to ricochet and bend through the fragility of their ego
but never distort the truth,
beholding all the colors they reflect
and acknowledging that there will always be a palace
a temple and sanctuary for them
within my hands and my heart.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
a sweet serene gaze captures my spirit
like light through a glass prism,
I diverge into a spectrum of colors I wished not see for myself.
I wonder if he would forgive me;
an abomination or merely another being
amongst an ineffable design of life?
to be light through one's prism,
to ricochet and bend through the fragility of their ego
but never distort the truth,
beholding all the colors they reflect
and acknowledging that there will always be a palace
a temple and sanctuary for them
within my hands and my heart.
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