Me In The End

Violet ashes collide with wind so stern. Color in what burns begs me to it learn. Laying in waste fire it deprives oxygen from molecules life freed replete of sin. Heat my judgment I see I lay to a waste others’ feelings I try slow my ego’s pace. I must see past me a beauty…

Epiphanies Eyes See

My youth passes every day goes on a path it I tread I seek elegant song. *** I know of deserts and fields of grass; grass comforts feet, desert’s pain’s vast. *** I see before me life in my old eyes grab joy it envelops me in youth I didn’t have. *** What pleases eyes…