In Anything

In Anything



I once believed that a musical sky
and a bright blue song was the melody
of the world.
And there was hope and kites and
grasshoppers and smiles from the clouds.
Oh if I could close my eyes,
and not find only black...
Then I might believe...
If you could give me innocence
in a child rather than endurance,
then I might fucking believe...
in something.
The girls twirl in circles
in the field of broken flowers;
one weaves a wreath for her mother-
who nonchalantly tosses it away,
informing crestfallen expressions
that they're dancing within weeds.
Weeds flower, too...
And if luminous eyes did not hold
pain and dark secrets...
Then I might believe.
And if cynicism had not replaced
laughter...
And if realism had not replaced
wonder...
And if I didn't see the little man
with scars upon his face,
lips wrenched in youthful hatred...
and if the girl in the unicorn dress
never wiped away her mother's
new set of crimson stains...
Then maybe...
If I could close my eyes and
not find only black,
then I might believe in
something
anything
You.