The Brave, the Blind, and a Child's Smile

I write by candle light

Drawing depths of soul upon paper

Awakening excitement

Considering possibilities

Intelligence attracts my wandering eye 

Darkness creeps outside this ring of light

And peers into tomorrow

A world I create 

Raindrops scatter over that which we can’t change

Only hope to alter

Shallow waters do not impress upon

Those who fail to recognize 

Beauty creates and destroys

All who seek;  

Changes all who avoid

Perception is the work of fiction

Fantasy tarnishes in the face of sanity

Each is individual

As heat is to flame 

The brave ride upon wings of circumstance

As blind seek guidance through

Softer realms of wisdoms shelter

Honesty lies within a child’s smile

Societies unraveling

Those inside look upon prisoners

Of their own creation

Truth hides behind those who claim to see it

A struggling vibrancy that leads the weak 

Doubt envelops those who seek solitude

Who listen regardless of fear