Gone with the wind, when memories fade.
At the crossroad , once again, decisions to be made.
Will I ever see the sun again, as it rises from the east.
Or will this day be, my final nemesis.

The day that I died was the day that I truly lived.
The day that I choose to surrender was the day I that I was truly liberated.
Apart from the screams in silent opposition deep inside,
I knew full well that was the best decision I’ve ever made.
The flesh tears in waging anger, fueling the deception of the mind.
But deep within, I’m at peace for your words calms my soul.

I am drained from this constant battle deep within.
I want to be home, just by your side, nowhere else, just safe in your arms.
I hate the days, when we are apart, the days when I chose to walk away……
And the days past and finally, I returned back in your loving arms…..
I am tired and I long for the day, to be home, to be free, forever be.

As the cold wind blows,
And the waves crash once again,
Abyss fills the air,
And the sky darkens with pain,
Will you be there, and lead me by the hand?

When the path is rough,
And the land seems parched.
When the fight becomes tough,
And the journey fills with void.
Will you be there, and lead me by the hand?

I’ve made my choice and my soul is at rest.
I’ll choose to run and I will hide,
Behind the pillar of your great might.
A secret place, of comfort and grace.
The utterance of silence is all I need.
Questions of the essence, reduces to mere questions.
The nemesis of life, all swept away with fright.
Only one thing is needful, to cherish and to hold.
At your feet, I’ll sit, where abundance of grace will flow.

Upon the viewers of the sun, of glittering of gold,
Silently, the independence of thoughts, my heart you stole.
Looking into the innocence of your countenance, there’s none to compare.
Deep in my heart, you will always share.
As the trees guarded the soul of the forest fields,
Close to your silhouette, in moonlight room, we’ll yield.
For the lovers of the air, will always be found in a pair,
Wrapped around my arms, I’ll take you in my care.
And like the streams of the enchanted river water flows,
Bringing to mind, your purest of soul, as white as snow.

To the corners of the earth, I have wandered far and wide.
Eaten the best and drank the finest of life.
Friends I have made around the world,
To be sought by the greatest and was crafted for riches.

Lies have been shared, to soothe the wounded men.
Much tales have been told, my soul be ****
Danced with the devil, have I, night after night.
Trick or treat, was wicked fun.
Loneliness, it was…. at the break of day.
Contemplated, have I, to my head….the barrel of a gun.

Utterly meaningless, a wise man once said.
Status and riches, to no avail, when one is dead.
A great legacy, you said, you’ve left behind?
You have merely started, another cycle of a pathetic life.

Your love for me, was shown on the rugged cross.
You paid a debt, that you owe not,
And you purchased my pardon,
I thank you lord.

The love that you gave, I will, forever, be indebted to.
A body of perfection was stained with a scar for me.
The thorns on your brow, was more than a man could bare,
But you took it all, in the name of love, for the sake of man.
I thank you lord.

On the third day, you rose again,
Conquered death and victory gained.
Forever seated with the Father, my forgiveness you’ve bought.
From now on, your health is mine, and your wholeness is mine.
You have made me a king.
I thank you lord.

Walk with me, in this life, you will.
Knowing my pains and sorrows, you, too, were once a man.
You will never leave me, nor forsake me.
So in your words I trust.
‘till we meet face to face again.
I thank you lord

I ran through the fields, in search of things I love,
To the world, I would give, not once but twice, my soul.
Tasted the lies of joy and tales of dreams,
Made-believe, of painted scenes.

Baleful clouds would form, to cover the cheery skies.
The thunders roared and fired  with light.
Weary was my soul, as the rain, they would fall.
Sluicing my dreams, that I held with pride.
Revealing bare nakedness, of one astray and dried.

Stretched, before me, were the hands of a man.
The scares on his hands, seems like a man I knew.
Intimate, we were, in the days of my youth.
The nails held him not, to the tree, on which he died,
But his love . . . . again, was affirmed in me.

The tears that flowed freely down my face,
Was the moment I found my hiding place.
A sanctuary of hope,
Of acceptance and grace.
For the scares you bore, will forever be,
A testimony of love, that you have for me . . . .

True love like never before,
Laid in my arms.
Bringing a world of passions and desires,
Gratification comes.

The world that I knew not, you brought me into,
Of tales of love and everlasting songs.
We danced and we laughed,
Words of love, from the heart.

But the love that came, swiftly drifted away.
The pain that entered, inevitably, it stayed.
The days without you, were long and cold.
Copious of thoughts, reigned through my soul.

Like the butterflies that flew,
They were never meant to rule.
Flooded the sky with colors of light,
To the ground they fall, as they withered and died.