Sometimes I wish that I could get enoughof you, your laugh, your hands, your voice, your skin…
If peace was an entitlementNot a gift but, a treasure assured to your nameWhy must we suffer…
for Naya Rivera, STTL.
after Ani DiFranco
Perhaps we are, as mortals, made of glassso certain in the shattering to comefor…
If only I could write a song with verseI would write all night long for you dearBut the flow of my words is…
I never learned to love the sun; it singsan optimistic tune I can’t describe…
Bring me the sunlight’s kindly, warm embrace,Its mother-touch that meets me day…