A rose gave up her secret
  Of its origin – of its beauty –
In the shadow of her crescent –
  Fiercely hushed once to me.

She told me of a plan of love
  And a Master Gardener who
Has a touch of silver that betrothed
  The rose to the morning dew

And described a plane in between
  Nothing and a foundation –
The design of which is unbreached –
  That lies in an unmeasured dimension

But her exact words were lost
  To the enjambment of my memory –
Moreover – my comprehension lapsed –

Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city’s haze.
Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
  Night – adieu!

Time, as I felt it, stopped
  As the Sun gave up its power and waned
But for an interval. I was lost –
  Called away from the mundane.

Given like a vision from God –
  I was shown one of absence
Contrary to a comfortable thought
  But at the mercy of physics.

I am One with the Stars and Earth
  And all Things of eternity;
That doubt of universal birth
  Was overshadowed by gray reverie.

She's so powerful –
She moves the air;
It doesn't move her.
Matter obeys her will.

She's so powerful:
In Grace and Artistry –
In lines of Symmetry –
Her eyes sparkle.

She is a real hero –
Perfection personified.
Physics is vilified
By her – small in stature.

In my youth, I remember an innocent time
When I dreamt that big dreams would come true
But all those dreams have since been stolen.

Fate is made hard by the evil thoughts of men.
Tho' I strove for good, ill luck accrued.
In my youth, I remember an innocent time

When life was unscripted, the future was golden.
Dreams burned as bright as the morning sun's hue
But all those dreams have since been stolen.

Power is the motive behind the heart's assassin.
Thus, life hurts like a sword turned in the wound.
In my youth, I remember an innocent time

Through this character is learnt:
By loneliness and challenge
In the silence of the desert.

Only in solitude do trials impart
Permanent lessons, not in a village.
Through this character is learnt:

Necessity is taught by thirst.
Life is worthy at the canyon ridge
In the silence of the desert.

It's learnt by listening to a calm heart
Not by the horror of war's carnage.
Through this character is learnt:

Knowing Adam prevailed when cursed.
Humility became his wage
In the silence of the desert.

Your strengths matter here first.

How vast is the distance -
   So I thought - between cradle
And what was the final ascent
   To a plateau good and whole.

What fine opportunities
   My wrinkles record as loss -
Hmm ... if only said itinerary
   Were sooner traversed.

Our union is stronger than we -
Measuring twofold -
And moves in the world.
Prithee, therefore -
Take it on with me.

Poverty is expensive
To those already poor -
Costing their time, wages

And spirit, yet they live
A hopeful porter
In their villages -

Subject to elitism.
I, for one, never
Received an invitation.

Trauma,
lurks and loiters,
terror of scarred recall,
that primal bug I yearn to squash,
volcanic magma spewing ruptured bile,
past life nemesis a stern plight,
how I whine, weep and pine,
for victims of,
trauma