Tears of heaven from pitch black sky
I saw your renegade blues in the shadows
of a candle lit room full of
shouting in stillness, wailing in silence
Thou art -- thy smiles in a minute
of gloom, simmering like butter melting
in a sea void of collapsing rainbows
There's not a peace, a thing of simplicity
in the many contours of your face
If there may be a million, there must be ONE.
