A Sky's outline
A Sky's Outline
If I should have a daughter…
I’ll outline what color can be like.
Her father doesn’t paint her picture
Because bright and dark shades
Of light, bleed betwixt
through thick black lines
And I will tell her
that color isn’t what it seems to be
There are more things to reflect
More things than we can see
Tell her that frustration is
displayed by impatience
And that Ignorance is more tolerant
than real conversations
Tell her that a
Domestic child or perhaps children
Need not a home
But may be home of many houses
Or that bliss can be brought up
from rolling streams
or moving cars
to subtle winds
Or who we are because
definitions are crowded
That no matter where she’s from
Where she goes
What she gets
That her mind’s a sky
Her memories are rain
And what’s to come
May be clouded
And it’s okay.
It’s okay
however she sees our planet
Because when light falls
She’ll see that no star
Is ever stranded