Ocean of Glass
The blend of word and sound
A portrayal of emotion
An experience of loss, found
A knife in the avalanche of commotion
To hear
To feel
My eyelids disappear
Curdling scarlet blood
Stills as glass oceans appear
The silk melody's flood
To energize
To comfort
Nostalgia washes tears away
A whimsical splash
Showers of May
A dash of splendor and ecstasy crash
To remind
To treasure
A beautiful array
Flows through a corroding vein
Disheveled loneliness and pressure decay
In the shadows of my brain
To restore
To enlighten
The ringing of music in my ears
Slowing as the world races by
Surrounded by mirrors
My eyes heaved a sigh
A readied fist
Puncturing through glass
An existence not missed
I saw past my chaotic class
People like me
Without notice walked past
Could they see?
In need of a remedy fast
The headphones were torn
Straight out of the jack
A culture was planted and born
Where color was at lack
As with every moment in history
A lesson to learn
Each has a story
A fire to burn
A piece of this story survived the past
Evidence outmatching history's tangles
Music brought joy at last
Everyone's smiles turn up at slightly different angles