Begin the Journey...
After all these years...

*Don't exactly know where to place this poem...

Like a late blooming bud
Like a fire washed by rain...

Pouring fire on my face
Weld it tight and weld it shut...

Cry till your tears no more
Many events are still in store...

All the unspoken dignity and pride--
An undercurrent regime...

Dripping down the red blood churns
down my chin the skin it burns...

Rise above the moon-carved trees
Swim beneath the fog-laid sky...

Shadows shroud mirrors upon walls
eerie moon rise to hidden calls...

Where there is light
Darkness cries...

**A selection of two poems written by me and my...

Soft-spoken sunlight
graze the land...