A color scheme enveloped my rise
glancing through slats
to a world I sometime do not understand.
Yet for the common good of love,
my eyes began to weep,
to know the world beyond my reach.
I have known through trial and error,
the notion of passion,
desire is in my world a wonderful air.
In the morning when I wake
she is in heart,
my soul will ache always without decline.
We walk a slow deliberate mile to learn
the scope of life, the while
of wonder in the hearts of all mankind.
Yet I can feel a blessing in disguise
to know her love,
a sweet shadow I’ll always carry in my eyes.