Clothe Me

I put pen to paper
sharing my nakedness,
my vulnerability, my memories,
and those dreams I have
just begun to dream.
I ask of you only this...

Clothe me not in
shades of gray, in shadowed
hues of somber and dull...
Clothe me not in
painted brilliance, in colors
of sun and moon, or the
vibrancy of rainbows...
Clothe me not in
leftover thoughts, edged
in the richness
of golden thread...

Instead clothe me
in the gauze of transparency
and warm fleece of compassion...
Clothe me in vivid breaths
of every moment lived,
and in the tattered
patches of an ordinary life,
and the stardust of my
extraordinary dreams...

Clothe me in the honesty
of spirit, the strength
of soul, the sanguine
truth of self...
Clothe me in every
word I have written,
every song I have ever sung,
in every yesterday
and every tomorrow
yet to be... clothe me
in the simple garb of today,
in every contradiction
and my every imperfection.
But most of all,
clothe me in the palette of life,
the living of it,
the understanding of it,
the appreciation for family
and friends...
and please.clothe me in love.