Four Empty Walls

Pondering cromulent forms of love I look around; down, then up combined, as Scintillia of hope soothes my spine Supine on mighty force of faith, for My mine is snug in cool dark chocolate, and Ethereal lights; sweet solitude and bliss, I have kissed - Warm canopy of night reminds me of this, as I celebrate blues... blue sky, blue sea, blues melody. You may weld primordial walls, but I'll sing, cause My history is rich beyond slave ships Rich beyond white houses, white picket fence; Oh, I'm rich beyond this skin I'm in Go ahead! weld primordial words; I'd rather sing I'll warm your walls with nightingale's wit, so Won't you put asunder aged fears? Freedom flows from heaven's ineffable joy within, Won't you share in its dynamism? * Entry for C.T. "Four Walls' contest