Poet

a return to life
repetition of life
it seems i grow in circles
the ring grows larger
yet life is the same
i speak now in faith
a religion of blind trust
no book, no symbol
only words, text
as the pen falls
does my heart
poetry is my word, my song
'till again my voice grows weary
'till night falls on my tongue

no symbol of undying love
no words of devotion
no thoughts of eternal trust
silent hearts to eternity, for now
i fear what i understand
need strangers
i know there is no faith
no trust, none of the constants
the truths of love and life
i know this, i know
nothing to clutch
no bar for support
no wheel to steer your existence
no light to warn
sound is mute
freedom is found, without control
hopelessly lost, life out of hand
freedom in mind
no time to follow
no sun to curse
no stars to wish upon
no clouds to hide behind
no air to breath
no love to hold
peace
death? maybe
peace

incoherent blessings for the world
they shall realize when the midnight sun shows