Simplicity

sketch of a friend, a friend that fails to see the simple ways that make him great.

"What stroke of pencil graphite that leads across the page
could ever reveal the spinning wheel in this, the day and age
of too complex, of tangled meanings, that seek to drain away
all the simple, gears of turning that strive, that begin to say
how great you are, a brush of gold, a splash of cerulean,
and spinning clever wit,
how can one begin to see the simplicity of your dry smile
that makes the words so touched with great that
tumble, angular, ephemeral, from your lips
Therein lies a simple truth, testament to complex you,
that sings to your, that is, greatness."