I've the wherewithal that time is brief
What time has taken like a thief

A bird above and pebble below
Standing between is all I know

An archway taunts me through the spruce
Hounded by whispers of being obtuse

Left by the forest right on the river
My eyes are open wider than ever

Listen to the ripples upon the water
Finding  peace with my heavenly Father

Oh how those wildflowers have grown
Where I forever rest my weary bones

Your smouldering stare kindled a fire.
My safeguard went up in smoke.
We two, engulfed ourselves in the flames of desire.

Childlike days of yore unencumbered with the guilt of sin.

Hardship has trapped youth under years of thick skin.

Memories have fallen like scattered skittle pins.

Much to the chagrin of the hidden child within.

Bedridden
Bewildered soul
Banished from play
Brought down by illness
Breaks free only in dreams