I wear the colors of an Autumn hue
warm, Bunsen burner signals inside out.
And, burnish them brightly on velvet steel
of a passion growing like a shield.
The second skin it becomes
powerfully in playful jousting.
To know me, to know us.
As a knight stealing
the poorest of days from
an uncultivated existence, into something greater.
Storming in gently
like a moon's delicate whisper on the changing light,
but boldly directing itself on a steed
of conviction and strength.
We meet on the foreground
each day of holding our own together on the mark
releasing all the old,
worn drivel from an ignorant past.
What was right for them
and a blind circumstance to keep it dumb
is not the same for us, now.
Clear the path for stenciling in
new uncharted emotions chiming away
to a new gateway. |
