Welcome back from your vision quest, here is a gift of words.
A Promise From A Poet
Down Down Down
The spiral staircase the dreams fell soft,
Flowing smoothly to the ground.
The earth sings to natures whisper,
Heaven for a song.
I will follow you,
As we walk through
the valley of the longest sleep.
For steep are the clifs that hide dangers
From the meek.
I have no hate for those who would harm me.
I harbor no ill will towards man.
But stay your hand before you slaughter the innocent
Or I will let my words fly.
Ill strike at the heart of heavens rage
With the force of a thousand men,
My sword Ill yeild to peaceful days
And seek instead the pen.
I do not have answers only questions
I offer nothing more than words.
But make no mistake.
I will hunt you down.
For life happens whether Im here
Or not, so I accept this and
Draw my line in the sand.
Peace.