“Lectures About The Rain”

Don’t speak to me in perfect font

Look on to the damaged goods, the sanctuary that I reside in for so long

The prejudice in tainted letters, while pride conceives the words

We have yet to experience such ambience

Silent but yet loud within the mind

Close your eyes and feel what lingers between the lines

The keen sense for a melodic story, being introduced to a reluctant nursery rhyme

Contouring as they may call it

Adapting to a balance that showed empathy amongst the masses

Hiding away the scars and flaws that mirrored vulnerability in such a poignant fashion 

Why must we let such ignorance flourish, and dance?

If boundaries can be broken, why not give the dangers of the world a chance?

The faulty washes away behind the pillars that descend onto the glow of humanity

Like stones concealed in the decorum of the naked eye

I’ll savor these moments forever

Arms open to the storm

Unwinding within a forgotten fantasy