i

Forever stings in mirrors of love cast in voices and belief lost

Cry the child in water deep a sleep pleases the man from keep

Try as I might I be able to not find the will of answers taking the sleep

Sunny days are memories of me in the sea of perpetual cost

ii

Give my best to lost daydreams screaming in salute to good

Shells of life dance in freedom cast for fatal kiss of dying bliss

Silver words articulate blood like images of death reaching final kiss

Dribble my sound of burdens seeking more than angels in new blood

iii

Eyes find a will to escape my place with in a voice left behind

Taps bring grace to a dry and death sound once green with life place

As time tries to escape history words written are blind but hidden in grace

King and serf reach for the chalice finding it bitter wine truth is often blind

iv

Call me as I dream in the list of maid and maiden works lend a hand to ease

Dew forms a droplet of life to be born in the mist of life past as faces are added to list

Seas of dreamers slip past the vigil eyes of the guard marking lost hearts in the mist

Ships set their paths in the stars of hope cast by lots of souls seeking stars in colored seas

v

Yesterday talks of time as days reach like a key to the world left in a young heart left to try

In all solutions given in life stayed from destruction it is the three in one that will always be the key

When sad is but an outcome we all someday must die a remembrance silence of crosses a mark of three

Voice of raindrops blow soft against good times escaping to add comfort to those live but some must die

vi

Lay your head in the art of words chanting love poems to sooth a morning heart as pain will last

Creep of minds riding in chariots as a part of seas separating opening a view that gives hope Godly art

Bronze is over in hurt as a cast of past leaves sundown crawling back to heaven seeking pilgrims a part

Every pyre burns a mask in which the hide is the hue of souls screaming in pain for the mark of a living cast

vii

Turn you head in a place where dead seek values written before time a place of comfort a rest in words true

Drain is said in burden of miracles from lingering voices singing a song of biblical resurrection rise the dead

Fingers find value in a lasting image of hues laid in blue marking skies of grace low flying last is now said

Know me a rue in answers given to the wind as each passes a point of no return from water to river blue

viii

We of the cloth bleed in a vision of a faith lost in the reasons of giving life a new chance the scared heart

From Adams seed a master of heaven takes the will of woman and leads to valley deep as savior will bleed

Horse and cart now pull life in direction dictated by history living full as man drops words from God’s seed

Rain and sun give well a chance as dirt and ash pass as reason for the need of man to praise last dream cart