It’s like the sea missing the desert;
The moon kissing the sun;
The priest looking after the heathen.
It’s like my heart pumping ice;
trees shedding blood;
clouds dripping leaves.
Like snow in July;
Flowers in December;
Harvest in March.
It’s like black seeing color;
Guitars singing vision;
Mouths hearing sound.
Like life loving death;
Like water begging for fire;
Like You loving me.
Amanda Michelle Brown 