Purpose in being
tells me a story
Life and the living
reach out to learn
A fire in the distance
glows red in the sky
reflecting how fear
is embracing our days
Tonight the garden
of Eden is only
a place to remember
where passion was still
Some vague recollection
found its way into
tomorrow the presence
of innocent love
Without a desire
its separate creation
how could I know
the true meaning of life
Or feel the unreason
in this veil of tears
where shadows grow longer
yet vacant remain. –
I am so many
and willing to be
these cohorts of being
creations of mind
All haunt the mem’ry
of what I’m becoming
This legion of souls
all told they are mine
grandfathersky 