Wandering gaze
guided to the burn
of the flame
drawn to it
like a moth
oh, what a shame

For it burns slow
so very slow
a reminder
of his
false light
false glow

Sometimes
inherent pain
comes &
it comes slow

A higher purpose
is at play
of this I know
Divine timing
intervenes
End result
justifying the means


cross the borders
into the distant leading lines
I feel the birds
chirp my mind
into the state of still
Leaving you behind is a battle
one that’s uphill