peace is a kiss—
sealing an invite for bliss
that grows wings
fluttering upon the doorstep
of the free

free is a mind—
with gold nuggets mined
that grow interest
glimmering in the trunk
of the wisdom-rich

rich is a rounded whole—
free of  hole
that grows stable
rolling along the path
of transcendence


*there is always a path greater than discord,
enslavement and corrupted spirit

My skies,
   should you fetch me
in your cerulean grace
    by the last mile
bid for me the clouds
    in transient gray
and speak of
    my grateful heart,
taught to survive
    the once dreary,
firmament of my days




*for You, the truly beautiful who shook the hand of ugly.