It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears

Lord
i would like to be
as innocent as a babe
as the untouched knowledge-tree
as oblivious as she

God
let me be eve,
the first lady to ever feel
and to ever see

the beauty of the unknown,
the peace of the untold,
the blindness to what is now
your sinful, prewritten
show

I
can’t
Tell.  if
The      sky
Above       Is real

Or not          Quite there

Quite near                            Enough
To hold                                                   The stars
In the                                                                             Palm of
My hand                                                                                         And be
So glad                                                                         That I
Can see                                             The light
That shines         All through

The night.       Will it

Go out? Will it?

Will      it?

Go
out?

Love,
in its calm,
feels like breathing,
quiet,
steady,
always there.