7/11/03
You say.
And if we vow, we will carve it magnificent,
Create colored silhouettes
That dance ecstatic cast on dimmest canvas,
Painted more splendid
In contrast.
I had always believed in sunshine.
It picked up red highlights in my hair.
It was effortless, communal joy
Spread simply, liberally, without discrimination.
But now the sky is raining
And as I once had rejoiced
In the forced and equal joys
Alotted by our ration of sun,
Now swallow I this portion of sorrow.
Finally I see
The error in taking weekly
A poison and its antidote.
Instead, we could hone our skills
Of self-persuasion,
Master our muscles of optimism
Grown atrophied by effortless emotion
And work ourselves on gray.
We can grow stronger that way.
