Where are my words?
Painting you a hue
Under Aurora’s Umbrella
of chameleon rain.
Crushed velvet,
crushed dreams
create movement among
the lifeless sympathies
sold by soulless
companies.
Take a second to see what I see,
suffering,
or celebration,
even anticipation.
Step inside the mind
of the soulful kind,
the human experience
of artful deliverance.
