Of you, I am certain
can it snow if the skies are cloudless blue?
will I kiss tomorrow the person sitting bus opposite,
who now gifts me love at first sight?
can my children’s children love me more for who I am,
and not just for who I am?
knowing does true love have an uncertain beginning and a certain end?
would I recognize peace of mind if I ever so blessed, had it in my possess?
if the sun never returned, is happiness possible?
can a broken heart mend itself without new love?
Of all these, I am uncertain. Of you, I am certain!
will this scrip of letters be beloved or overlooked and forgotten?
will the day come sooner when self-rising,
my eyes will be pleased at no new scar ‘discovery.’
my ears hear no snap crackle or pop, and
my blood, pre-warmed, by a lover’s attentions,
to happy coffee cooling and a poem-done at my feet?
will my flaws be healed, scars laser erased, my muddled past,
fall obedient to a blue skies, a white full moon embrace, yours?
will today be the day, two feet identical, left and right banished,
ten new colors invented and rainbow added, and sad illegal?
will I awake somewhere over the rainbow one day,
dreams coming true, troubles melted, way up high?
*Of all these, I am uncertain. Of you, I am certain!