It's No Mystery How Much I Loathe Mankind.. But Who Can Resist?
I am in love with mystery
What makes an clock loud to silence but quiet to sound
Can we taste the clouds rain has burst from
Touch the hearts of sinners for remorse
June is my friend
And so is May
But when I sat to think about it...
So is every month
When it was hot I enjoyed the salt my sweat makes
Just the right seasoning to a summers day
When it's cold I will run like a child
Through the snowy mountain caps
Singing Christmas songs and spinning a dreidel
I remember the boy I will kiss
Puckering up to a potential greater than puberty
Dancing to the thunder as it claps a standing ovation
I am in love with the moments when a scholar is lost at words
I am infatuated with priests who pray silently
I am the holder of the forgotten
And the descendent of the mystery
Rise and be what makes them ill
Shall always make me smile
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2010
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