Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

Stars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

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.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.