I went from north to south and west to east
Just to find the thing they called 'Peace...
Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...
I awoke with a poem dancing through my mind.
I tried to grasp just what kind...
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest...
People say time heals all yet no matter the...
I’ll be fine and then out of no where something...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
I look at my life in so many ways.
So varied it often leaves me dazed...
How much we are served
Should not be proportionate...
Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...
If the world was ending,
What would I do...
From the road to the sky,
I find myself at peace when I fly...
Like water showing a reflection,
My mind is lost with no direction...