Of You

Of You

Of you I am filled,
your essence surrounds
all that I cannot see.

The whispers of intolerance
speak only about eyes
looking into a mirror.

Upon reflection, in time,
all will see that which
they do not wish to see-

mirrored back.
Change will come,
marching to a new drummer,

beating, ever beating, within.




(c)Paul Goldman August 9, 2014