Saturday, June 25, 2011

dare to walk

its only
when steps trod
that walks get etched,
carved across
in wilderness
of woods.

its alright

its alright
to flutter
like butterfly
to attempt
to fly
yet reach not
the sky
one wants
to see.

its alright

its alright
to flutter
like butterfly
to attempt
to fly
yet reach not
the sky
one wants
to see.

Monday, June 13, 2011

What point is there
to mourn  
love's labour lost 
or grieve in vain 
for eighteen in all 
change of season
gone, lost in quest 
of honest half
who lives to lead
path of love 
selfless virtue!