Yet, I See a One-Sided Feelings, Smiling

Prayers dedicated to shadowy redemption Would you be a pure innocent whiteness? On the brink of a severe storm; Would you be a calm, friendly conversation? If I am but a hesitant , immeasurably responsible soul; Would you relieve that responsibility? If I am a question mark in the writing of us Would you be the explanatory foot-note? Me, you or we Split or scattered like isolated islands; If gusty wind threatens to blow away forever Would you be the power to reassign it? You and I are but a prefix of a conversation Would you be the enlighten effort to focus it to primetime? Dogs and human , fight in my haunted dreams I see vultures, waiting for the inevitable end of silence Yet, I see a one-sided feelings, smiling Standing on the pulpit of the innermost soul Holding a pen and white paper; Risking to the utmost degree of life.