Light has a language
Share the wealth...
Worth is ours, for a quaint rage
Stick out your tongue, we sake health

Waged wars, stirring a shadow
Mete and future heat
Had for arbitrary whence, when owed
Is a clash with empathy, embarrassed to seat...?

An angel at the table of anarchy
Sweet fares, sweeter charity
Marvel with mine, a dead flower is happy
Tell tale harmony, of vivid disparity...

Ought the spare, the special
Lips of virtue, we will know
Water over the bridge, and a succinct smell
Of death playing, at an imagined blow...?

Of a friend, within an eyes shadow
See me, the ironic role of breath
With a moment to decide, a gladdened more
That has bespoken the world, in a day love has let...

She was like the sun,
Or so I thought.

As I set my eyes awide,
She was more than what met the eye.

A bed of moss with dewdrops and white flowers,
Underneath a gentle spring morning, she sat.

Troubled wind gushing over autumn leaves,
She dances wildly over a carpet of hues.

Silent rain with sorrow pours unbidden,
She finds her shelter on boughs awaiting a gentle pause.

Of all the facades she may hold,
I see her a little, through the cracks of the mask.

For the first time ever,
Seeing this girl of yellow hue,

She was like the sun,
As my soul had seen her all along.

She attracted, tolerated,
illuminated and controlled everything around her,
And I was happy to be at her mercy

Reckless abandonment;
Wild love, sunshine stretched out
Overall, no monthly contracts,
Uninhibited; so we can be.