Light

Light makes shadows
Until it reaches a brightness a man cannot know
I have felt old since I was a child
Am I the only one?

Will I be burned into nothing
Into Quiet ash?
It illuminates all fears and shame
Does it make known hope,
or Happiness?

I with wearied wind-worn skin
Cast about in darkness felt
By the eye and the heart
Waiting for the light.

Hope Has A Face I Cannot See

A long protracted aching death
That suffers many all the way
Lies in store for those who hope
In what there hands can do.

Yet on the other side of faith
Lies a cruel complacency
That stabs quite deep into the heart
And makes the world a war.

Feathers Black Beneath the Sun

I saw a murder fly on by
Black as night in desert sun
The crowing gives the heart a haze
And makes you feel a bit undone.

Hope, a thing I read in books
Seems a poor strange tragedy
But in the moments before death
The heart does funny things.

Not Will Protect But Never Save

Not is never enough
Let the striving fall
Not will never win
There must be more or none at all
We cannot live for negatives
But must have something to hold close
We must move towards something
Or nothing at here at all.
Hold the flames up close and see
How they burn away the worst
And if the best might come to be
Then maybe there is hope.
I could not live to avoid
I must needs steer towards some real point
But when the house is burning down
It is hard to see.
Will you save me from myself?
From my enemies in force?
Will you save me from the wolf?
Or will I simply die in testing?
Better men have fallen hard
And I still walk above the ground
I am tired in my bones
And hope is hard to find.

Effects

I was about to plunge
Way down deep inside the dark
But just before I realized this:
She is just too beautiful.

Twenty-Two, Night

Friends are precious
More so than gold
There is no real living alone.

Twenty-Two, Day

I now only have just begun
After all these years
To start on learning what he did
In the desert there.