Sunday, September 21, 2014
This is for you,
Referring to the person who brings joy
to my trapped mind,
and imaginary bloody battlefield.
Your presence dries up bundles of lightening
and bolts of thunder enticing in my days,
You're the key to my quiz problems,
that's wet, damp, and misleading.
All of the hurtful images hitting me
would evaporate like air climbing
from the raged water, I roll my eyes
by husks of folded memories,
I breathe easier breath after being shook
up by the invincible power your words occupy,
Life isn't about what happens to you,
It's about how you deal with
issues handed to you by God.
With mountain high storms
climbed and ocean wide gaps
crossed, you and I emerge
closer, digging our chance to
savor life like halcyon dove.
Never mind the ashes,
Hope remains valid to carry us
through more invisible war times.