Why the Rivers Run Black

A SONNET TO MAKE A WISH 

I am a conflicted woman, my love.
I understand as strongly as I wish.
I understand there’s no world without war,
Only wish for a sliver of a niche.
I understand why the rivers run black,
Why smoked skies once blue, sends no more relish,
Why that man on the pavement sleeps hungry
While kings at feasts seldom touch their plenty.
I know why there’s no joy without sorrow.
All want more. They may beg, steal or borrow.
Everywhere I see, ladders of deceit.
Climb darling climb, in this farce you’re to fit.
Someday our love may cease, I understand.
Wish till the end, I am holding your hand