I Write to Right Wrongs

Delicate but certain dreams

I write
to right wrongs,
to sing in songs,
to ask you
what my lips
will not allow
me to.

Light and airy
these hopeful yearnings
could be crushed
by the weight of words.

Things this sacred,
so precious and private,
cannot be spoken of
with careless
and clumsy voices.

These dreams,
these wisps of powder…
still fuzzy and soft
are delicate but certain.

Strong sunlight
cast upon them,
the bright
warmth of truth
can nourish them
into something solid
and striking.

I write
to right wrongs,
to sing in songs...
drum beats
in 3/4 time.
I write
to right wrongs,
to ask you
to be mine.