To
say I love my loneliness,
to
lay my spirit on the ground,
walk
into the prism's gaze,
despair
is all around.
to
hope I'll change on the whisper's eve,
the
eve of what I'll be,
look
for yonder loneliness
tell
me what you see.
To
look for those you hate the most
the
ones who will not learn
as
unchanging as the desert's dust
despair
is all they earn.
To
speak a word I do not know
compassion
for another soul.
Selfish
is what I often see,
breaking
the wall I used to be.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998