Can I take you somewhere special?

It's quiet, but not literally

It exists in fragments of peace

Between strong-minded but gentle-souled

Tears from the sky

 

Each one filled with tenderness

Glancing upon an unforgiving earth

A landscape of black volcanic ash

And stony peaks that stand

Bold, fiercely independent

 

And yet the lonely darkness glistens

Like a starry night

Grit surfaces now twinkling

Of wet kisses from the sky

Mountain tops stylishly wrapped

In scarves of silvery-white mist

Loving gifts from above

 

Although no one else is here but us

To witness how Heaven and Earth

Are more beautiful together than apart

All we have to do

Is close our eyes

And listen for

The loving pitter-patter of the sky

So what if I want a purple unicorn?

Why can’t I wear a purple hat

And don purple glasses

Searching the stables in my purple shoes

Looking for my magical horse with purple hooves?

It’s because of Society that I’m torn.

 

Why do I imagine whispering voices—

People oozing judgmental noises—

And shocked glances that

Even through cloaks of courteousness

Betray disapproving stances?

 

Is a different hue really so scary to view?

Does everything have to be Red or Blue?

 

Or what if my own glasses were not purple

but actually putrid green?

Then the neutral faces

I’d seen in many places

Were falsely tinted something disgusting

But not their own

And the judgment reflected

Was mine and mine alone.