to honor my name is,
to honor the quest of my name...
There was a story you once started writing,
And you asked me to write an ending to it...
Sitting on the edge of a pier,
staring at the silent lake...
Have you ever felt like you should fly?
Desire to soar and wondered why...
Split apart from the start,
supercilious and super serious...
Like seas and rivers
It ebbs and it flows...
Encryption prescriptions or is it fiction?
Forgiven, openly expressed or hidden...
I began in hues of blue, from the lightest shade...
Within the midst I wore no shoes, bestow no note...
Either you or I must decide
With each year that has passed a part of both have...
Bluebells and barbed wire
Lust or desire...
What follows you is your own doubt
What follows you is your own fear...
My little hands are neither remarkable or...
My little hands are multiply sacred, notched...