A dream I sing within the halls of my Cerebral
is the spread of love and compassion
held in between the ribs of God,
hoping will never leave any land nor ocean
polluted by the life of sinners.
Flying through the lush evergreens
filled with a thick envy of life,
I squawk like the knell
mourning for my friends
as they breath the facades of freedom.
Inhale and exhale the fumes of hatred
because of inconvenience.
Why does the heart beat
within a stillborn child?
Emotionless cries spread in my ears
rooting out the acrimony built into my temple
As if a rock smelt the bushels
of roses in its dry bed.
I am surrounded in quiet,
no longer tasting colors
only residing in the forbidden light
and praying that the amore, amore
we sing could spread in every cell
embodying a sight of peace
that no horizon has reached.
~~ Gwen le Moore ~~