“Sol rays gleam on my hands, as i dance below the sky but tolerate your storms….”
the last of the beginning ones…
the first of the last speakers
cried the name of beautiful,
masking the utmost fear of the shy
he didn’t care
he wanted her
he showed himself to the world
for her smile
and a whisper of care
the last of the beginning ones
storm the blacken sky
cover the sights of many eyes
he didn’t care
who heard him
who saw his pain
through the rain…
he wanted her attention
her respect,
her acknowledgement
of his presence
of his laughter of joy
the utter mention of her name
sustain his joy
joy to loved
the one called……
KG Bethlehem 