Without much experience behind my name,
the days that go by seem often the same...

The redwoods but tower,
as terrible fear...

Beyond the shards of glass I see,
A corpse whose spirit's begun to flee...

Explosive emotions for the light that I see,
sparks that deep kindled flame stored deep within...

My worrisome forehead,
Maps the riddles in life...

Still no notice of hate,
No sign of mistrust...

I've come this far,
Only to find...

As if on lonely horse I ride,
Throughout life's heavy weighted stride...

You'd think you always knew me,
From the look that's in your eyes...

She was sent with a purpose,
Thus wouldn’t allow...

Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope...

Close my eyes with steady hands,
while my soul's windswept in timely sands...