lately...every song and poem

lately...every song and poem
waxed in wind tunnels, for all to hear--
seems to be about death, dying and fear

loss in of itself is not what scares--
it's the splitting of hairs between
groups who claim to want peace

they say their version is superior,
more greatly researched
"the one" to bring back the sun

i say we all came from the same tree
let's rise above
the border between tree and sky

and simply hold hands, circle round,
and for a moment feel the blessings
which align us as kindred souls

with common needs to sleep, eat,
love, and to be loved as far
as we are willing to travel

beyond any cookie cutter stipulation--
that love look like
a red heart on a white fringes

when at the moment,
a small piece of dark chocolate
in the shape of a jagged icicle draws me near

to bite into the sweet unctuousness,
nary straying, diving into the depths
of quickened hearts on fire

sprinkled with burning desire
in dimly lit corridors, eyes pronounced
with a classically felt sheen

~words/sunset photo~kate lamberg (c) '15