This World

I was so pure at one point

That I bled the color white

And the snow held nothing to

My own brilliance within

But with each day I live in

This world

I turn blacker and grayer

Than I did the day before

But what can you say about

This world

That any poet has never written

Or any musician has sung about

How to make love

Instead of war

But why make love

When there is so much to go around

Already

In this world

Just find it within the bright sunlight

What am I saying

Isn't the moon our mother

That kiss of light within darkness

But sometimes father reads us bedtime stories

In the land of the rising sun

In the land of

This world

Got to find love somewhere between the faith

The fact and the fiction

And the face of our fallen angels

Of neighbors

In this world

But what can you say about

This world

...So much

So much you can say

What can you do about

This world

...So much

So much you can do

But who am I to tell you

Just another poet writing about

This world

In its entirety

As I am purified in the snow

As white as I used to be

As white as this world would let me