Lumineers on Vinyl

I need pretty things;

I need the Lumineers singing

about flowers on vinyl, and

I need stained glass bubbles twinkling

in the window, and

to see my poetry scrawled in

my messy yet fairytale-like cursive;

I need delicate words and

watercolors on thick paper, and

roses red and beautiful;

There are so many problems

with our nation, our

world, and

so many people lay wounded in their

hearts and their bodies in

the streets we have left them in, and

there are eyes that shimmer with nothing

but the all-consuming loss of hope, and

at some point the universe is destined

for destruction, with

humanity crying out for forgiveness that

we'll be gone before we ever

receive, and

yet

I need pretty things;

Perhaps that is what

we all need: to

listen for beauty in

every heartbeat of life, because

it lives within our

every moment, and

we just need to listen.