Yet again I come to thee
To visit truth upon thy stone
Wherein the light of day is brought
And peace of mind comes to one.
For you are promised or was it warned
A day in winter, dark and gray
Or has it passed and thus unknown
With measured steps upon my way.
For dreams and stories yet untold
Were it happiness that bleeds us dry
In fantasy as lifetimes past
The question now, as then, is why?
But I shall wait to hear the call
The silent, unseen, gift to self
Should you come before the final breath
I would not know you, left unfelt.
So come and lift my soul from tears
I challenge you to bring relief
Where tried and true, the feelings bereft
And exhaustion fills belief.
