WRINKLES

YOUR HAIR GROWS WHITE AND WRINKLES LINE YOUR FACE
COLD AGE SUCKS YOUR BEAUTY FROM WITHOUT
TEARS, RAGE AND SWEAT TRANSFORMS TO GRACE
AND LIFE'S LONG BATTLE ISN'T WORTH THE BOUT.
IF YOU SUSPECT YOUR INNER BEAUTY IS CHARRED
BECAUSE NO MAN OR WOMAN FELT IT'S FORM
BECAUSE THE SAND WAS LOST IN ITS STORM,
AND BEAUTY WAS DEFERRED, DECLAIMED, DEBARRED.
TURN ONCE TO ONE WHO SAW THE FORM YOU HID
THE SHADES THAT THREW BRIGHT LIGHT ON ALL THE FROWNS
THAT LINGERED IN YOUR SMILE, TOOK OFF THE LID
FROM ALL THE MASKS, INCLUDING BRIGHT GOLD CROWNS
WHICH ALL AT ONCE TOOK FLIGHT TO REALM'S UNKNOWN
WHILE MOTHS SANG SONGS, AND FLESH CONVERSED WITH BONES.


THE WORLD MAKES MAGIC IN YOUR SOFT BROWN EYES
THE SEAS ADVANCE, RECEDE IN YOUR BRIGHT SMILE.
YOUR LAUGHTER WAVES GOODBYES TO SIGHS AND WHY'S
ALLOW NOT YOUR MIND THIS NATURE TO CONFINE
A MOMENT OF YOUR MADNESS SAYS "AMEN"
TO SITUATIONS THAT THE WISE CONDEMN
FREEZING ALL IN TONES OF US AND THEM
AND THE LIGHTENING SILENCE COMES AGAIN
WHEN TWO STRINGS THROB TO ONE ANOTHER'S TIME
AND HARMONY ARISES OF ITS OWN ACCORD.
EVENING SMOOTHNESS, REDEEMS DAYTIMES CRIME
AND FRAIL FLESH AND BLOOD IS WITH THE LORD.
WHAT MYSTERY MAKES THIS WORLD GO AROUND IN TIME?
WHAT PURITY RESIDES IN PRIMAL SLIME?

WHO KNOWS WHAT WEBS TOMORROW HAS IN STORE?
WHO KNOWS WHAT TRICKS FATE HOLDS IN ITS COLD HAND?
WHO KNOWS WHAT MAGIC HIDES IN THIS LIFE'S CORE?
WHO KNOWS WHEN ONE SHOULD SIT, OR TAKE A STAND?

THE MOMENT, LOVE IS OURS, ITS IN OUR GRASP
LET US NOT LET IT SLIP PAST US IN VAIN
EMBRACE THE LOSS, NOT BARTER WITH THE GAIN.
ONE SWEAT STAINED FINGER ANOTHER FIRMLY CLASPS
THIS FRAGILE SONG, THIS MATCHBOX ODE ENDURES
NO HOLDING BACK AND NO ONE STOPS, DEBARS
NO DISEASE WILL HURT, NO EASY CURES
WILL MOCK OR MAIM THE BRIGHT AND SHINING STARS
A MOMENT IN YOUR COMPANY MEANS FLIGHT,
IT MEANS THAT NOTHING'S WRONG, AND ALL IS RIGHT.


( To _____________ who understands)

~Lonely Being~