Without much experience behind my name,
the days that go by seem often the same...

The redwoods but tower,
as terrible fear...

She was sent with a purpose,
Thus wouldn’t allow...

Explosive emotions for the light that I see,
sparks that deep kindled flame stored deep within...

I've come this far,
Only to find...

Still no notice of hate,
No sign of mistrust...

Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope...

As if on lonely horse I ride,
Throughout life's heavy weighted stride...

You'd think you always knew me,
From the look that's in your eyes...

Beyond the shards of glass I see,
A corpse whose spirit's begun to flee...

My worrisome forehead,
Maps the riddles in life...

Close my eyes with steady hands,
while my soul's windswept in timely sands...