Walking silence along the trail I know
I am a poet through which observation
Others find me, come beseeching
Words to carry, utter, flow,
Then sent falling as tears
Far from my reaching
It comes to eye and breath to shudder
Darkest truths these things I know
Shall one run to light
Or take to shadow
To what end leads this trail
The words I sow
This existence is a paradox
A starlit path beneath a silent storm
Till the crack of lightning
And thunder's roar
I may know only night
But ever search for more
Is there an end to my trail
I do hope
Prays the longing of my soul