|Poem & Illustration by Pea Medina|
Acrylic Paint on 12"x 24" Canvas
Sometimes (awake) I face the pane
and spy the calming rain.
I'd wonder if this sudden reign
has only come in vain.
I'd strain; I'd refrain
from fear of falling weak.
from eyes so bright
defeat my sleep.
With no clue whatsoever
who could ever explain these how's,
I luckily sat there, patiently
beneath this midnight power.
It wasn't very dark, although
it was the mid-night hour
when our minds are out there
wandering leaving wandering souls devoured
and I said:
"stare at your reflection
like you're staring into brightness."
Faced a dimly-lit mirror,
"greatness (patient) waits to bite this..."
Now, my fears allowed me to write this
so my voice can try and recite this,
so that wonderful dreams and what lovers won't see
make an impact enough to ignite this.
If you like this, then heaven excites this;
If awakened, you'd never despise this.
Our thrones and agility naturally grows
when our mental ability rises,
but the sky is where her high is.
Anyone's in the being that mine's in?
Are you blind? Is... lack of kindness
raising numbers in crisis like time is?
Is this temporary, is it timeless?
The pollution will alter our mindset.
Could we ever abuse, or get used to these blues
if some mindlessness leads to deny this?
So, I close my eyes
and I find this...
alarm, only goes off when the time is...
to give care to my own with such wonderful words
and just pray that ONE SOUL could enlighten.