In places unexpected
A dirty, broken alley
Amid the smells
Of misery and death
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
The light
It hurt too much
I saw too much
I felt too much
Darkness was cool
Darkness was painless
Darkness was sightless
Darkness was easy
He is a shadow
That is his essence
It surprised me
That I admired him
For his perseverance
For his tenacity
For his will to exist
For his endurance
One burns
The other illuminates
One is zealotry
The other is passion
One is hubris
The other is clarity
One is seduction
The other is insight
Blogs
Scripts
Software
Relationships
Meticulously
Passionately
Obsessively
Lovingly
The warm, dappled sunshine on my cheek
The cool, fragrant breeze rippling my hair
Or the way her fingertips
Lightly traced the nouveau shadows
Playing across my abdomen
I love more what will change
The injustices which endured
Through the long history
Of intransigent ignorance
And self-interest
But have no place
In a conscious society
In another time
When the pier was planked
And we sailors came
In another time
Oh so long ago
In a world now lost
In a city of
Greys and dust
And muted blues
A young smile
Comes to me
“Take my picture”
She says
Then stands there
Happy and poised
In vivid red
She danced
As if every word she’d ever spoken
Could be translated
To a gesture, a swirl, or a twirl
She danced
And all I knew was
I wanted to be there on the dance floor
With her, now and forever