A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette

Day dreaming of you, Dreaming of your smile. Your eyes when you are happy or sa… Or when they’re making love. Your arms when you hold her.

Thoughts, Swirling like mist, Obscuring Reality. Marginal distinctions

Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change

...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…

Listen... To the sounds of the children’s la… Echoing in the distance. Little boy on the bench, why are y… With tears in your eyes?

Why does she cry these tears, For they belong not to her But to a child of the night. Who is this child that chooses to… Between parked cars at the edge of…

But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched

Don’t hand her no Glass Slippers That can shatter Beneath her feet Cause Walkin’ would be

She is woman, Who holds the world in her hands, Who touches every soul in the land… She is “powerful.” She is “emotional.”

Alas, her child, you listen to her… For she holds a story about the se… What is behind its placid shore? There’s more, her child, so much,… There is a dreadful thing down the…

When she looks on the ground She sees such beautiful flowers And she thinks of stars so bright In the sky she imagined in space All the planets must be so hot

It’s a thing like “Tailhook” It’s a thing called rape It’s a thing called abuse It’s a thing called hate But, it’s the strength of a woman

Sometimes she wishes, that you cou… She wishes that you could see thro… All the glorious beauty that she c… She wishes you had, also her ears. Then you could know the wonders sh…