Bronzed mementoes torn from innocence,
Stolen happy histories destroyed-
Spoiling each act of beneficence,
Words become cruel weapons to deploy.
Naming you dark terms you’d never use,
Destroying those few things you dared to love,
Frantically, you search in vain for clues
To stopping the next ugly shout or shove.
Having known all this, it’s frightening
When warm touch transforms cold to softest snow,
But steady Love creates such lightening
That present bright delights are all we know.
True privilege lies in having known the night
So when Dawn comes one feels, in full, the Light.