I. The Beginning In September she gave you a name That came with weights and burdens To break into. Straightforwardly, you marched them. As if it were the only thing to do.
II. The Middle Four miles beyond the confines, You left in the morning to gather the water. I was told somewhere along the way you Fell in love with the aftermath of a line, And began a new life in its crooked symmetry.
III. The End I don’t know if she hoped for a life of grace, or love, mercy, or passion. Regardless, it is all ok somehow. There is something to knowing that, when it is over, we may go forward And start afresh in the broken ranks.
The Beauty Beyond words Lies within structure An architect's hidden fabric Within these pages Within this Very Verse There are Symmetries Supporting these lines A design come to fruition Let me admire you Structure who's Beyond Me
He says: ''I'm lost. I'm alone. I'm so alone''. And a Voice whispered: WHY? There are dreams you haven't dreamt and loves you haven't loved and light you haven't felt and sunrises yet to dawn and flowers yet to grow and there is more to you the wonders that you carry into your heart will guide you farther than you can imagine.