It is a world
of heart rending horrors,
deep and penetrating shadows
that consume all I know.

But today
I speak of
soft strands
of blonde hair,
of eyes enlarged
by spectacles,
and a smile
with a beautiful voice.

It is a city of sorrows
where strangers sleep
on the steps
of stone churches,
and homeless men
keep arguing
over who’s
street corner
this is.

But today is
like Christmas,
cause she
was on my wish list,
wonderful conversationalist,
might never be
my girlfriend,
but I am currently enjoying
this small moment.

Despite
the spite
that fools spew,
today is beautiful
thanks to one individual.