yakkity-yakking

when cellophane skies fall

swirling down

settling gently
on marshmallow clouds

of chocolate whispers

velveteen murmurs
form crisp peppermint kisses

hazelnutty dreams still burn bright

and
the belief

the belief still rages!

and so
may it rage forever on!

through rough oncoming tides

always

through ensuing epochs and ages

more pomposity …

life sways
walking the tightrope

on the cusp of departing night

hoping
always hoping

that the day to be

be gentler
less harsh
more humane

that the day to be

be bathed
in equality’s
ever-hopeful
light