has the world cracked a vessel made of clay
has the life whacked a resilience far away
has flesh and bone lost its' steel to decay

Love sits waiting I am sure to caress the fissures
Love has open arms to catch the falling, so sure!
Love can wrap and mend the damage, as it is pure

Open eyes to see
Open hands to touch
run along the naked truth
like the whisper of the wind
Open to tastes
Open to the scent of being close
Open to listen, to what is really
said behind the words and hid-
den in the emotional
play on display to be a survivor

Pour the wine, who needs a glass...