They watched your world die
through a cold blue lens.
Your head tilted slightly to the side,
Blue skies proved too low
for hopes and dreams
built upon such righteous anger.
As dawn draws nigh,
even closer, does the 'knight' follow
sent to suffocate the day and swallow tomorrow,
Exposed fingers lock together in sacrilegious prayer.
Death will end with your last breath.
Crooked rain and bent rainbows
highlight the ash colored sky
beneath desperate feet.
Your children wonder why,
did he passover your still swaying frame,
that dances to some unknown rhythm,
to and fro,
waiting for whomever cares to dance.
In the silence within,
I expect a sweeping river of sorrow
boundless, and overflowing.
Instead, I see the plains of the Serengeti
and hear a song
in the key of love.