A touch of smooth ivory, brought laughter to your eyes.
That familiar gazing giggle that creates such a mess,
no truth fortelling nor desiring ever to confess..
bristled in numb hands wrought in unquieted disguise.
Is it too much that I ask? a few fresh ground beans,
shouted impatiently at the empty vessel.
The smell of coffee chiding me as I wrestle..
empty cup bask'd in dream; of one sugar, one cream.
Could you see me turning red with every turn that flaunted,
did guilty pleasure spread, leaving with little other choice.
Or was it embarrassment heard in that admiring voice.
A valentine chore done just for you was all I wanted.
'Oh honey let me help you', whispered into my flushed cheek.
I don't hold a candle to you dear, a truth clear to see..
As you drew near I heard two soft kind lips say,
'My love you're turning the handle the wrong way'.
Are we a shining beacon of possibility to people everywhere?
Or are we doomed to float endlessly in the sea of our own contempt?
Who are we?
Are we the welcoming light of hope held up on high for all to see?
Or have we succumbed to the darkness of hatred and indifference?
Who are we?
Are we the champion that seeks to set the best example for the rest of the world?
Or have we resigned ourselves to accept the requiem of our national conscience?
Who are we?
Are we capable of finding the greatness within ourselves once again?
Or will we endlessly tumble into the unquieted abyss of our past glory?
Who are we?
Are we doomed to sit in quiet desperation contemplating what once was for eternity?
Or will we once again strive to make our greatness more than an empty slogan on a cap?
Who are we?
Is it a book you're searching for?
Is it a search you're booking for?
Signs of the HEART?
Of the HEART?
She regarded him with seeming
Refreshingly GLOWING eyes.
It is here.
And it is there and there on the
Top shelf: HERE
IT is where? If ever I forget myself.
Her LAUGHTER was high pitched.
Which unquieted the room. Then a
Silly LITTLE giggle.
Was it where? Over there.
Embedded with DUST and
Obscurity.
See there, it was here.
Come again. Hand shaking
Stranger from where.
Come a FRIEND OVER here
From where.
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