Look at the smile on that woman's face
Look at her shoes
Feel her warm embrace
Watch her laugh
Hear her sing
This woman right here is everything

I get out of my tent and brave the crisp frigid air,
The crystal clear skies all but beckon to me,
I see into forever an envisioned trance of stare,
This is the endless realm that was here for all to see.
Every last star sparkling,  Orions belt,
Even small stars are clearly set in stone,
To see what was beyond the unknown
Or how it all made sense the way I only felt alone,
To others so vain who want to do nothing but rob,
Rob her of creations, of all of her treasures, to make
Away with precious truths, take away what's
Left of the mysterious innocent love and pleasures.
To see her coming back to life like a sparkling
Phoenix rising in that gorgeous night sky,
This is what it means to be here, grasping this flash light,
Heading for a dark enough place so I can be farthest from
The blaring bright man-made light,
In a moment one can only imagine why
There is such an open loving sky,
In a world of death and decay, of war and hate,
Of madness, still innocence here remains. So alive...
To see the beginning of the end, to see all this
Under the vast and endless night sky, sparkling
Like glittering gems in her adventurous, playful eyes.

Frosty beads of sweat,
Like diamonds on her necklace,
Gather at hairlines

There's more if you want - an unending supply,
love, from the heart as big as the sky,
you're equipped to deal with stars and diamonds,
look too hard and you will find no reasons

My mother always wished for generous arms,
brothers and sisters queueing to take turns,
I did not wish because I already had -
my surroundings, my castle, my very own dad

There were outings, love and ice-cream,
an aura like nothing that you've ever seen;
now it's not enough - who is in denial?
perhaps after all we were only on trial

You can take over your soul if you dare,
where is it written that anything is fair?

You always called me your Queen
And said you would be my King
But in the end, I was just the Joker;
I suppose that makes you the Jack-***,
So please kiss my Ace goodbye.

She snaps a picture:
They shine like blood diamonds,
A million come,
A million gone,
Lost in the individual masses,
A sea of black faces
With suffering in the eyes.
Displaced for rocks,
Displayed as a photo
In a page,
In a doctor's office
And the white man shakes his head.
His name is called,
And the magazine will stay for years,
Just a photo with no memory.