And Still She Smiles
And still she smiles
Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers
and walls crumble
into a rubble strewn alleyway
with graffiti issues, spray painted threats
on frantic facades dripping. . .
common sense
hides in sealed envelopes
addressed but not delivered
to neighborhoods in need
while self professed wanderers
linger on sidewalks of
washed out hopscotch scenes
by a raincloud that never seems to stop
Her beauty shines
in effervescent streams
illuminating a photograph, poetry
and a kind word from quivering lips
caressing my eyes
in watercolor enchantments
and pastel pleasures,
showing me it is not what, but who. . .
for this darkness is hers,
weighted thoughts on soft shoulders
binding wrists in tethered worries,
draining dreams from casted wishes
and as regrets rip at the fabric,
folding seams in crooked stitches,
her heart continues to outrun the pain
and still she smiles, for me
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