Beauty

On the day
Hope dies a slow death on the pavement
and the 6- year olds take the last circle around it,
When the last leaf in the forest
catches fire
of man's rage,
Our windows
cover with blinding smoke of hatred
and butterflies lose their way.

When the echoes of joy finally fade,
Humanity finds itself begging for mercy and
the last bit of this world drowns in pain

On that day,

Find me by the waters
as I watch the Sun melt into the sea
and let the sands of despair slip through my fingers
as I fill my lungs
with remenants of love
lingering in the briny air.

Find me by the waters
As the sky, purple, littered with stars,
stares
And the wind
reminds me
of all the beauty
that can still save us.