What color is it
That perfect depicts
Exhaustion of speaking to walls
The tone of tea-wash
The gloss of green bog
The palette of pinesnake’s slow crawl
It is and must be
The khaki-grey knees
The clear jades convinced hope stands tall
But could it be right
This midnight blue might
Be black and be white after all
The theft of eyes’ light
The destruction of a smile
The breaking of Dawn
Pathological
Hopelessly holding out hope
Can be wonderful
Even if you’ve never known alone
May I pretend you were then
To think it breaks my (inaudible)
Though it heals my heart to think
I walked that bridge with you
I saw you delivered
Safely to your daydream
Yours intact
Mine a pipe dream, as he foretold
You held it for me
Hope as to lift up a friend
I prayed it for you
To be
Worth every tortured tear
and ounce of pain
and crying out on fighting knees
With bare, grey, gutted heart
and sense of loss
-of deep, deep loss-
and certainty that there is hope
You
Even if
You aren’t
To be
The one that rocked eternity
Is all they’ll see
Hope converted you, love converted me
I in black, you in white
To holy onlookers delight
The race set out before this night
We have long since won
The task at hand, my fiery-one
Persuade the other souls to run
In the new of each day
In the impossibly early
Traffic-lights-still-blinking hour
If you dare with me
Pick up the grain of sand that represents some hope
Place it in a place not far
With goal to keep belief’s door
Ajar
Make the wish that others see to do the same
Tomorrow, tonight you’ll say,
Invite the ocean
Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand
When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue
Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully
I want you Hemi
Coming straight to me livin’
On fumes and on hope
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