Pink Hope by Bernie Jordan
Pink tints a baby’s cheek
whose dimpled fists flail the air.
Pinkness sticks to pouting lips
but Pink can kiss tears away.
Pinkness lives on lying tongues
speaking nice untruths.
Pinkness tinges a turned blind eye
But Pink is open and still.
Pinkness tints the vapour trails
that dissolve into acrid rain.
Pink rests on evening clouds
before night-time overwhelms.
Pinkness falls through a fleeting wish
a god always on my side.
Pink can darken to Pinkness
in the depths of a lonely heart.
Pinkness expects the impossible-
love without pain,
But Pink holds the hope of unknowing,
the joy of here, the love of now.