It will be so
I know a time
will come to
end life mine.
I have made
many memory
to edify me
to see clearly.
The sky it is
crying says no
more secrets
in me to grow.
Mystify does
the world now
not so I will
pain now allow.
No more will
I search to see
for adventure,
pulsing arteries.
I’ve grasped I
see all a reality
in a comfort
in me as I sleep.
I’ll project it
inside a beam
as I lift head;
in sky scream.
