She and She
She and She
She and she
Gently dream
Of sun and peace
Upon a different world
So they pretend.
Morning and night always turn around
Blushing as they go, in to witness such delicate devotion.
Her feet whisper to black pooled mud
And She sings to yellowed skies,
Screaming compassion amongst pin needles
Born truth for wonder
By how they saw day.
For you,
For love.
Restless as the summer tides
For none would let them be
Lakes and cinder block hearts cast their lots
To bury the very souls within them.
Each scribing their manifestos in the sand;
love and hate.
Mercy was in the confidence of stars; and just as far.
So, we, wrote a love poem
But never did we show them
For we are not they
And how could we tell them how to and how not to be?
Born truth for wonder
By how we say day.
For you
For love.