I live near a road that is well traveled and worn
The roses in my yard are all covered in thorn
People in my life have lived

To the edge I step
Looking straight down,
What has brought me to this point?
What can I do to turn this around?

I think about

Praise to be God for
The dapple-blue
The parallel universe and
His tender ways to
Show me - I am Eternal

Listen to me carefully

Light as a feather

Stiff as a log,

Darkness swarms in on the unsuspecting form,

The pain this body feels is swiftly

What have thee world to offer,
when I already have eyes to see you.?
What seek thee, heart.?
The kiss that makes a still-lung