Point to Point

Oh you color blind
And tone deaf far from our hearts
How will you be healed?

Can you not see gold
Hiding within Christmas lights
Still hung up on green?

The curtain of red
Traveled to through realm of white
Conceals a black veil

I lay beyond it
Even here declaring "Yes."
"Yes." for one alone

Do not hearken it
Unless your name rhymes, sailor
With feet like lightning

A million times "Yes."
This cup overflowing hues
For families unheard

Rafters have been raised
1,000 generations
To each their own place

Echoes and rainbows
With precision heard and seen
Love and joy unique 

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