This Haiku: Here For What

May I shine Your light
Should you choose me to feed them
May I be the salt

Rock. Star.

Arms Up
back exposed
black and white
knock ’em dead
Rock Star

Then I’ll wear dresses
Chase The sun around the world
Learn Spanish guitar

Share saffron stories
Dance along with Northern Lights
Sail Eastern rivers

You sketch out my days
And name me “Consecrated”
Draw me nearer then

I want those long soaks
We don’t touch
We don’t speak
We just hold
And we talk
And our hearts
And our souls
Greet old friends

There’s nothing so-so
About the dazzle that’s there
So hot that it’s cool

“Bronze Fonz” Gerald P. Sawyer, Artist; Milwaukee Riverwalk, Milwaukee, WI

Painted with purpose
Sculpted stunning in His eyes
And formed not to fear

Lest God speak my name
Before He summons your soul
I’ll not leave your side

I’ll have that soft blush
The pink smile beneath the black
On my left that day

For a soft spirit
I will search the world over
I’ll start with inside