a gentle heart shall rise again

“and the sunlight grasps the earth”…and a new day rises

with rays of hope, where “the moonbeams kiss the sea”…

and the calm and peaceful voices are heard loudly,

for the vitriol and hate has been silenced

the gentleness of an open hand shall touch us

once again and the softness in our hearts and souls

shall once again evince as the whisper of the wind says,

…‘you shall walk again amidst the gift of my

flora and fauna and with it, you shall feed the

hungry, clothe the cold, lend a shoulder to the

crippled and soothe the heart of a sad soul’

death has not been kind

death, has not been kind to me lately

its darkness has invaded my space,

all the chambers of my heart

and the once silken nebulae of my soul

death, its solemn has stolen my smile

taken the Sun away in those moments

when i needed light and warmth and

my breath without labor

death takes the song that once inspired verve

now struggles to find the tune

harmony has given way to dissonance

treble has found a home in the base clef

when once the Sun’s golden hand touched my eyes

and an aviary of life would lift my spirit

in the morning’s awakening loft, now a

dredge prevents my soul to rise

death is, incessant tears leaving folded paths

about my cheeks on unwanted wrinkles

of my face from unmitigated sadness, within,

filling the caverns and crevices in all of me

the eagle within now perched to rest

awaits the sunlight to replace 

the gray of death and it will once again
soar while the call of the wolf’s howl shall

praise the day and at night watch the moon
beams kiss the sea