Who said you can find
A little light under our sun
Well I found it in front of me
Today….
The glare from her smile
Quench my thirst on this hot
Summers day
It was her words of sincerity
Like charity
She gives where its most needed
Once this heart
Would only beat for one
Myself…
But the rhythm of hers
Displays like we were a drum line
She was that snare
That was always on time
As my bass was her taste
We marched together
Like Martin Luther King and others
Once did on Washington. DC.
She freed me
From a single man paradox
Locked away in his own defeat
She shined in such away
The first time in my life
I felt being alone
Wasn’t quite okay ….
By Deon Souldier Ballard