The redwoods but tower,
as terrible fear...

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

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

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...

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 cried last night
in memory of sorrow...