rare rainbows intombed
and memories
through tears
so fondly exhumed
vigilant emotions
benevolent balladeers
to scattered foreigners'
lack luster world affairs
archaic brackets
highlighting
each ignorance fed
and subsequently sought
tin cup carrying remorse
petulant duties strike
harmony with
alliterations of
dampened discourse
songs sung to self
of the severity at hand
repeatedly chant fraud
death is not the last stand
as wisdom's perception
grows more fierce
in its certainty
before mine eyes
a beautifully chosen
'Water Marked Stone'
tells the world
we were more than
the mere
sum of our parts
you were
a little bit of
every living thing
to me
you were
catalyst
author
and answer
to all spirits free....................
(July 29, 2011 159pm)