Lamenting a Relationship with No Supporting Evidence
elucidating, remonstrating, carving fables from the slating
of the facts to weave a fiction in and out of truth and diction.
Through the portals we attest to our belief of what is best and find beneath the rolls of thunder what it was we set asunder, mourning loss, for what we leave behind is for us to bereave and place a holy sacrament where paths had crossed with good intent.
where we dwell to learn of self, where we are set upon the shelf of intellect, of understanding, any trial we had a hand in, so that we might take from this a moment's comfort in our bliss.
looking up to find that after all, our birth has led us here,
so we have no right to fear a future whence we may not meet those dreams tied firmly to our feet.
For everyone, there is a dove reminding us of peace and love.