The white tiger in the flooded raindrops

Eyes in glaciers cold then warm
Each angle causing it's reaction
Mirrored reflection of man and woman

Who takes the tiger by pawed hand
And leads it beyond it's own promised land
A cage fortified yet open wide
Free yet has nowhere to hide
Where even white tigers linger beyond extinction

Their hidden youth in yon direction
Of women and man's snowfilled storms
Is it too late when they are gone
Or will we still each day live on
And each of their floods put out by our forlorn

Folks drown their sorrows in different ways
Most of them do it subconsciously
Sometimes it's like the rainforest dying while we choke ourselves to death
Trying to replace oak trees with baby shoots

Often it's from food addiction or overabstinance, tryina spread love too thin, or spendin a little too much time alone
For me it was an experiment gone wrong.

Miscalculated decades later an I'm still strolling around, guess that's the scientist In me, or god beings just don't make mistakes
Perhaps Father Mother God just chose to put value on the sweet successes on each an every little face.
Broken to perfection by all the tiny flooding raindrops as they dry up, one by one and each at a time.

Just like the story of the blind bully's fear of the baratone beauty...
Interesting beauty, each time push my heart  away
While dancing your eyes took not away from me their glare
Yet a singing so soft like I'm a million miles away
By God your voice was hidden by my misted cloudy brain
What many see at first dear, my foreign eyes did miss
The I heard uniqueness speaking so very load and blessed
You were singing deeply to me with your sweetest tearful cries
The all the judgement crumbled like all the pitied leaves that died
And our love began to grow here In this now and for all time
With every whispered vibration of I love you's tender call
You pull me from the fires looking in our mirrored worlds
And grow upon the earth the urge to this here poem birth
What started as an Illness that I feared was it to be
Became something familiar
The I healed hatred in me

Allow me ta sing y'all a song called My Dog Mol. As still as a doll.

I'm a polar bear; panda with a love heart eye.
A black an white doggy with a teardrop an  b-bye.
I'm not cryin inside cos they told mum I'd die.
She's tryina spit Mr deaths miracles straight in the eye.
When the end o life comes were gonna whimper not sigh
Though ma times near up guess now I don't have t try
I'm slowing my walkies; an livin lullaby days
Eating too much an still getting in the way
Gonna meet the white maker and the saints I hear praise
My ears are so old now from my barking so loud
But I know when daddy comes home gonna make him so proud
They're trying to save my life now with a poem or two
But the purest angels realise that their God's grand too.
I know he's gonna heal me one sunrisen way
When it's my rising time I'm gonna run with him someday.
I'll smile at the special children and lick their tears away.