89th Key Weeping

Walking through experience past,
arpeggios of reality run past me,
carrying tomorrow's consciousness
like flowers yet to bloom,
priming my senses,
exciting my heart,
preparing another sunrise,
letting me know once again
light of white beckons one follow,
mindful the mountain ranges of black
carry life's half-steps toward tomorrow,
merging dissonance with harmony,
conflict to resolve.

How sad,
this 89th key weeping,

wanting only inclusion.