If only my glances side to side
Had bled forth a hope, frozen in time.
As once they’d release
passionate dance
Of love of colorful shades of rhyme.
And songs once sung by brain sung but once
Known but to God, so forgot by none.
For they torn up by what’s merely real,
Made sad by jostling griefs in parade,
Take heart and thought that every shed tear
Drops tempo for omnipotent ear.
As clumsy kids smiling, skip and trip
Full knowing their fall belongs to all this.
