the world is too beautiful
to breathe with black lungs;
inhaling negativity...

in the past i covered my skin
in
blacksilk, midnight velvet...
for the stars in the sky
held my puppet strings...

i wrote waterfalls of words
for lab-experiment emotion to drown in, face first...

but a new dawn rises
on the parallel horizon,
and my smile reflects the sunrise...
lips and cheeks spreading,
as clouds sailing on world'round journies...

the questions i ran in circles asking,
have answers on the other side of the rainbow...
the side where colours collide with your heart...
and there's no way possible to feel under-joyed...