POEMS Why Troll Puddles My Face Caterwual A Blessing Construction Broken Hearts

A Blessing I want your eyes to catch colors gathered, scattered, spattered I want you to witness light and shadow playing tag I want your ears to sip silence mumbled, trembled, tattered I want you to hear music blare in and out of wag. And when the night had drawn her yawn, I want you to dream contented with food for thought and visions drawn and stories you've invented. Till morning brings a want to wake, and want to walk for walking's sake. The rain should roll off your shoulders. The sun should warm your face. I want your feet to know the ground and carry you in grace. ©