Listen to speak

A simple release

My piece consigned to be a color in your Sistine

If then we can trust the toss

The arcing aim of surrender

To remain willing through the winter

To connect with you

The lattice we were peering through

To catch a glimpse of the garden view

I turned around

Now then, once more, to devise

A novel way to see the need of

Flame for the freezing

If then we can trust the toss

An arcing aim of surrender

To remain willing through the winter

To connect with you

The lattice we were peering through

To catch a glimpse of the garden view

I turned around

I saw God dressed as you

I'll be a color

I'll be a color in your Sistine