prismed

i know
i know
so clear

like i know the knelling needs to end;
the targets to blur;
the terror cries served!

you tell me your country is dying
searing under ownership
and it becomes my country and my concern.

my feet tingle
and giggle anticipating peace.
this is the beginning.

my prayer is for silence
but should i be silent?


blue burns into my chest
and through to my spirit
emblazoned.
who cannot see your truth;
who desires it more than i?
i am here.
take me with you to fight at your side
sewing the seas to the shore
and turning the ash.

you are magic-wonder sent
as dawn brings yawning attempt.
i am healed for you.
your hands wait for mine
my panting tingles.

you are wrapping yours slowly around my soul
and i ask only that you receive my love
so in union we can be
i know you understand love
you must
as i do.