Move Away From The Pain

     .....'cut' away from the majestic piano
Dear God, for the phrase never ending like love,
     Cut away from the pain my Sentient -
For your eyes need never be dulled,

     you sit within hurt for the kindred you are
as exasperation bares the folly of Man,
    but your eyes seek to heal and your spirit be heard,
(Do they sense the being you are)?

     To be upon Worlds - broken
wears a crown of perplexity, where we
Never know reasons why we destroy each our own,
    this life seeking only understandings of loss,
    Where grief courts eternity's sorrow
For 'they' never known,

    and it is not that they walk by,
Or cast a slight to the majestic piano
     in haste,
It is that there is no notion of why,
     why there are those never feeling -
who gravitate only to hate.

     Upon this World I walked dead,
And never one 'thoughtful' of life,
never thoughtful of care, never thoughtful of folk,
     never thoughtful of feeding from
Universal - the yolk,

'till you'

    I hope soon just a dance -
and a sheen that shines a union 'in'  tapestry,
     a smile and a kiss and a wish for a world
that will play upon keys,
Keys never owned but shared in earnest,
     'a warmth conducted by Nina Simone.'

Michael J Waite 6th July 2021.