Wednesday, May 23, 2007

The True Blue GOD

Dew drops of salt Drop down her eyes, Clouds of despair hang.. Circle-like dark eye under. Her pain blooms for HIS touch, Now missing and forever divine. She seeks for answers many Probes.. knifing deep Into HIS presence. Invisible by sight The mind's eye knows too well, And yet touched by HIS rainbow, Hopes... She stares at the hanging hues, Her despair curving, Melting the deeper blues away.