Daily Howl

 

A quiet boy -

he painted rainbows,

got lost in the words

of ancient poets,

spoke with respect,

offered up his seat

and his place in the world

to the unfortunates.

 

He smiled,

he laughed,

he spoke in words

of love and peace

with passion

and humility.

His voice

a pacifier.

 

Sometimes,

when the world was cruel,

he cried

both for himself

and for those

who, like him,

hurt for

the desolation.

 

Some cannot stand

the beauty

of a gentle soul -

they try to add

grey clouds

to a sunny morning

and blood

to virgin snow.

 

All lost!

All lost!

For the day

he met a quiet boy

who pulled the wings

off butterflies

and put a hole

in his dreams…