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