"The Pale"

 The pale

Follow through the winding of the plot

A little is beginning of a lot

In centuries or days, we'll hit the spot

I'll wait until the time of not is not

That is not what this is all about

Collaboration, in your hand, you wield 

The essence needed as mankind is healed

It ripples out in waves of loving form

To take away the damage from the storm

To leave beyond the pale the beast in rout

For loving of a kind we only sense

Will waken to all hearts as it relents

It needs the loving touch of one who bleeds

To answer every question and the needs

To minimize the anguish and the doubt

I can wait decades, lifetimes, for that which counts on a personal scale.  But, I cannot wait to liberate humanity's.

"The Sun"

The Sun

An answer to a question never posed

As cryptic sense of life becomes disclosed

Not for me, this time, I make request

But, for humanity, at your behest

A woman's view as surely as the sun

Reveals the inner working; you're the one

I realize the time may not be right

To randomly affect the pure delight

I swear I'd live by that until you say

The loving, not tomorrow, but today

In any life you choose

This is the as clear as I can get, I think.