The lines on his face told stories
For others

A different tale for each weathered
Mark

Tales of sadness greater than most
Tales of true heart wrenching love
He had committed some truly awful things
And witnessed worse
He'd also seen great kindness
And passed it on to others

The life of one is not made up of a
Single moment or act
But in many small meaningful ones

The many hearts this one man touched
Will be seen in his passing
Only then do we appreciate what
We've had.

My eyes burn
My wings hurt
My heart has taken
A beating

I loved you so hard
I forgot myself
And fell to depths
Never ventured before

Stuck in the mud and dirt
I'll be just fine
I found myself while falling

My eyes will clear
My wings will heal
My heart will be soaring

There was a poem in my head
Before I fell to bed
I should have written it down
For it completely escapes me now
It could have been gold
For what floated was bold
Another time perhaps
It will return to me
In my next winters dream