April 23, 2002

The result of the day that changed everything...

A quiet, solid yearning,
alights my path.
Simply silence
hails the dreamer
nestling in my breast,
always dreaming of cutting away.

Justice guides me
over the mountains
leaving pain in dim memory.
Innocence gone, I calm the yearning
ever calling for the past.

Morning beckons and offers solice
and the Eternal Peace
dreams only sought
in the blanket under burning stars.
So I am not yearning
or seeking new beginnings,
now I make these endless roads my own.