The poet inside of me is dead;
All the words that tied have fled.
Why is this you may ask, its true;
To this I have no answer, none due.
No reason for this lack of rhyme,
Unanswered questions? Perhaps in time;
Will unlock this bottomless pit forlorn;
And place me back in peace, reborn.
Love the wind upon your hair
The sun on side of face
The whip inside the partial lace
The sound of laughters snare
Go with grace into the day
Your smile it does uphold
For beyond the gaze of timers gate
Is death your hand to hold
Death falls upon us, dark as night
Suffocating each pearl of light
His gaze caresses without remorse
He cares not for things you’ve left undone
Nor the things that you hold dear
No mortal can resist his charms
Redundant then to live in fear?
Love hard to fill our hearts
Live hard to fill our souls
Surround ourselves with light
For beyond this life we must account
For the life we chose to lead