Dear Enemy

I'm burying the truth,
so that i can
believe
in dignity.
In questions
and revolution
and ...
What's next?
Being lost with in the turbulence
is the real cost of time.
Listen.
Imagine the the world
at a glance
where good intentions
are hurting-
Tomorrow,
I'm praying for
limitless blue halos
scattered through out the mind
of a child.
I'm going to design
the sky
to fit into the confines of your hand,
so that you can tell the world
that each breath
brings clouds to their knees.
Dear Enemy,
I hope your fingers
brush the wings
of angels,
where
they can
finally
teach peace.