Do not make me pledge allegiance
To happiness,
Or its pursuit.
Do not make me pluck my
Sadness, from a chest which long
Has carried such weight;
Nor from my shoulders,
which have borne more.
Let it rest where it belongs, its rightful home.
The Man in Black made a bold
choice.
Me, I am not so certain.
White and black contain so much,
and I feel them mixing, in an endless frothy whirl.
And my white HAS hot pink, lime green, lavender and blue;
And my black their inverse.
Today I release a gray balloon
Into a gray sky, and speak (oh interminable contradiction!) the beauty of silence.
One can rest in confusion and indecision, and perhaps nowhere else.
I offer this poems to the winds,
And feel words disappearing,
As I write them.
May you never be blessed with comfort,
until you have forgotten
what you never knew.