Witness to worlds
The cast dissolves
My vision sublimates into air
The tribunals of humans go blind
No brush in hand to paint me
No gavels yearn
I observe unhindered
Uncompromising beauty
Of a small boy willing wonder
Of a teen finding her feet
The airy ocean hand of a mother
Keeping lulled midst the ruin
Of which you
Or I
Could never manage to close an eye in
Beautiful Children.
No witch hunt
No lament of evil
Or threat toward my thrill
As common as anyone else's
Behind the tint I am
And become much more than a man
Something greater
A Person. A Terran. An Earthling.
I walk amongst you
At these ushered hours.
