I crushed the world’s color
Between my finger tips paint bled
Rescue me my Beloved
I am distant—far from Lover
My eyes are black and white
Red curses through my veins
In the distance I hear Almighty’s names
Give me sight
Pearl gates open
Gold slices storm silver clouds
What will happen
When our eyes lose all shrouds?
2007 Anthology of CO Poets
Photo by: Tim Stone
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