Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
Such are these places where lovers of bliss behold the angel of peace
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.
Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.