If there were words
to express
the depths of my heart
Would they guild the clouds
with sunshine after rain?
If there were shades of
every color,
Would this be enough
to pour out the landscape
of my world?
If there were days enough
to hold the silver thread
running rampant through
my heart
Would you listen
to the quiet murmurs and
hear the hidden thoughts
that travel like liquid
thunder in a storm of hope?
The constance of strength
like a soft wind
courses like the blood
through my veins
And I am succored
The slating of
a rampant thirst.
Wisks the darkness
to replace with
vibrant shades of
"yes, it is enough."
just to be.
