At my birth I drew my first breath...
my cries an announcement of my existence
My arrival.
And yet as I walk upon the water,
I stare and see you, a cold spectre above my crown.
Though I age, I feel your air circle around me.
As I age, I see your wings are aglow.
As I age, I'm nearing, nearing towards you.
And yet you stand, everstill and true.

Sweet Sibyls of eld
who sing of mysteries held
My envy flowers

How I yearn to see
The written future for me
Miracles and pain

Do I want to know?
What you see in crystal *****?
The magic's in me...

The air is cold today,
but i'm safe in this jacket.
The steets are empty,
But I can still hear the racket.
The cars and the life,
The things I cant see.
I can hear the commuters,
but they can't hear me.

Like a ghost in public,
almost invisible.
The feeling it gives me
is so inexplicable.
I'm almost happy,
That I'm left in peace.
But it starts to  become eerie,
these empty streets.

I begin to wonder,
'Is anyone there?'.
I'm starting to feel,
that I'm in someones glare.
Should I look back?
or is it just me?
If anyone's there,
do I really want to see?

I hear the footsteps,
The feeling of fear.
Someone's really there
and there getting near.
Is it all in my mind?
Surely they're just walking.
Are the following me?
Or is it my brain talking?

With poetic fable of verse
I sing. I walk,
on open invitation of page.

My writers pen stands poised
strong with ink-like blood.
It bleeds on page
to stain and anoint to heal.

With visions strong of wind
I write. I dance,
harboring a thousand dreams

Dreams, I plant as seed on page
for readers to water with eyes.

Walk, Write, dream.
WALK Proudly
SHARE Fearlessly
DREAM Big