I am priest taking orders
yet yielding to monasticism
becoming nothing
more than the daily round
of prayer
it that discovering
all within...
I am army captain
fighting hard
blood bone and
crushing defeats
endless tears
campaigns glorious
in the eyes of no one...
I am poet
blinded by the muse
harping my way to ecstacy
colouring lives of people
witnessing to beauty and truth of sorts
teller of tales to bleed ancestral bones
eyes on the prize never sleeping ...
I am lover
dancing in the breeze
zephyr treading wild water
moving through things
rustling leaves
raising goose bumps
releasing tears...
I am you
reading tales that never were
unless they are perhaps with
fire and sweating palms
could grasp at something
slight uncertainty
promising reasons to encounter change...
