"No one said that life was going to be easy!"

daring to walk
a long dream
seen
under the light
of a waxing moon
if an old used
deck of tarot cards
read
offers an open door
from a youth stage
daring is all the rage
or not
no home
an empty page
a longing kiss on lonely lips
rice paper and wind
a stain of death
black ink pen
fingers tight
grasping the light
believing in the
sweet smell of asphalt
where seeing
is more then believing
where walking
is all that’s left
for an ice cold soul
to do…

- jude