The Liberal Lens: Finding Life in the Moment

As I sit here, you, my heart’s dear,
Through storm’s drear’ or in summer’s shine,
show innocence without a care.

Shy pace: eyes trace my face for fear.
In play, instinct deems: prey. It’s fine,
so you sit there, as my heart’s dear.

Beat: quick. Hear sharp, loud, metal tear;
Play forgotten — sprinting to dine,
showing inn’cence without a care.

Storm’s bark: fur high. Summer’s nightmare,
scares you. Cloudless: Y’ lounge divine,
y’ lie, my heart’s dear, unaware.

Black coat, flitt’ng eyes – sounds all you hear.
Your response — unknowing to mine,
laid with innocence, holds no care.

Rest in sunlight, day you can’t bear,
so by Midnight, you wake just fine.
As I sit here, you my heart’s dear,
show innocence without a care.