has our body been battered
beyond strength to travel
to the River of Hope
where we wash away the salt stains
dried upon our cracked faces
creating a map
to the pain put upon it?
has our soul sulked in
the paradise of pride
not allowing lust to lick
the dry salt away
for fear of what
the salt rusted away
and what was left behind?
has our mind wished away
the well full of will
to send passion
to the other side of the sun
where it will continue
to burn in flames of fear
dropping ashes into the River of Hope?
have the tears of joy
become a headache of sorrow
trapped inside
with no place to drop
on the face of love gone hard
from salt clogged pores?
would a single tear of joy
break the face of love
or merely wash it clean?
will we ever
claim courage
and know?
copyright RA 8/1995