From the collection “A Few Meaningless Words” published in 1996.

The dirt we’re surrounded by
An invisible stained blanket we wrap ourself up in
Beauty out of bounds and unclear to those suffocated
But such a view to those that notice the life and bounty above
Honest and indescribable
I write these words to mean nothing
But I paint a picture so visible in the eye of mine
May I never to forget.

© 1996 Luna Lacey