…wears her love
like she wears her rainbowed-silk-shawl.
It drapes her
and makes our world a glorious place
in the eyes of her beholders.
Beautifies it for those who gaze upon her.
What a loss if somehow,
some tragedy,
a cold and evil wind,
might pull the shawl from her shoulders,
leave only a color-less swath around us.
Such that I would gladly die
to snatch the shawl before
it floats into a dark sky
and cloak her once again.
Poems by Ken 