Mourning Colors

We dream with the skies upon how to better the ground We start with the night, Not making a sound When we move to the day it’s one that’s brand new Filled with terrible colors Yellow, red Orange, blue

Shunned to the darkness Called to the light We stay in the darkness Due to the fright Love calls, and plays in between the tears Its shocking They said love- was dead these years A black van is our only home It’s a miracle We thought we were alone For sure.

Is there more They said there’s always more No time, to explore Too busy being awaken With dreamless sleep Too busy to play We’ve our lives to keep

We think we’ve found shelter But think again Just more lies God When will, It end How to better the ground- That is the question? How to better the ground- There are- no suggestions Live with who you love Laugh through the death All around you Never alone Always Have people To surround you

​(published 2016)