Rayleigh, Love…

Light hearts
seem bizarre.
They say I don’t know the pulse
when things are
on the heavy side of the world.

I know it isn’t fair,
so today
I will spare time
to talk about despair.

Sometimes rust
begins to fade away.
You won’t know—
sometime
someone will come
to say the right things
you wish to hear
while you kneel and pray.