One word. A sweet voice. An answer to years of prayer. Is forever. Seeing the potential. A love that transcends. Holding her close on a cold winter night. Sleeping next to her until the afternoon.

I wish to feel the cooling sigh of your breath against my neck, the gentle echo of a new endeavor singing hums of what is to come. Will you be here in the morning holding me close before I have to journey out again?

Two steps into the light, one step back into the darkness. Walk the fine line from sanity into madness, hard for anyone to grasp when there is no railing. We can try to be good and make the difference or we can turn

If only in Your face that my purpose is recognized then there shall I stand. If in Your glory my strength is its strongest then it will be there that my courage shall rest. If for Your mercy can a sinner

What makes me wonder of the things I cannot see or believe in the creatures I must have faith to understand. Is it part of my nature to see what I cannot grasp? Writing about things that never existed,

I'm seem to be tripping, Constantly stressing Over the things that I have no control over. I open myself up to disaster And wait patiently for the tide. Severely bruised by the world

I search for strength In the actions I take, In the people I laugh with, In all the things I do. Even as the world surrounds me With things of the flesh I must be strong I must turn away.

I always saw you smiling at me. No matter the problem, Whatever I did You never stopped smiling at me And it was always the same. Through the thick And into the absurd notions That I came up with

You are the light, From which darkness retreats Like mice. I see in you hope, That the love that I have lost Is found in you. Your walk, The way you talk, Lead me to your path.

I write, dreaming of an iron pen. Gleaming thoughts of ancestral dead as desperation and dread fill this heaving head. Drowning with desires, passions, the flesh can scarcely feel— walking within a shallow silence