The Candor of Love

The Candor of Love (3)

Though our hues manifest
variant colors of heaven’s prisms
lit by stars and moons
and dusted by the Artist’s brush

Though our souls wax and wane
on life’s journey paths, wide and narrow,
mapped by celestial destiny
drawn in ancient times

You, my sister, I stand with
You, my brother, I protect
You, my children, I nurture
You, my friend, I love