Saline sorrows slip freely down my face
on cheeks of confusion where fear remains...

Upon torn paths of thoughts to tread,
of memories past ~ once long dead...

Birth beckons in ovum of warm embrace
so softly swell and nurture inner pride...

So softly stroked as touch glides face
in Summer's breath and golden hue...

Uttered words urge deserved happiness,
as fears pepper such perfect thoughts...

Cold closes to confine,
binds in its grip...

Soul surrounds as sky to sun,
beauty shimmers on autumn...

Amiss in the swish of ivory taunts,
in moss stroked misery curling to haunt...

This is our world, but do we care?
Our people are suffering everywhere...

When my heart swears that she will breathe again
I do believe her though I know she cries...

Between garage and drive
thrives teenage crime...

Then let not pressure's heavy hand embrace
in thee thy feelings ere thou be fulfilled...