Awash in smog,
over-run by devils,
and dipped in so much mud;
nothing seems clean.

I feel relegated to dirt
(wandering amongst the weeds)
until I notice you and
I wonder...

Held in trust,
carried by passion,
and alive with such as love;
anything may be.

I feel unknown by angels
(flying above my reach)
until I notice you and
I wonder...