The serene pastures sought solitude
In a well disguised form
Trickling through shadows
Foregone lust
When a silent moon conspired
Offering kindness all around...

Mother Nature forms crystals
Slowly drifting into unholy sign
Searching for a paradise lost...

We shall now venture through alleys
Returning faith bestowed
Forgiving ones...

Please be kind to yourself
Do not get lost
Among hate filled pastures,

You were chosen to lead
By example and creed
For others to feel
Kingdom of expressions.

Poetry is an escape
Words mere existence
Trust key to freedom
Trapped inside
Milk white pieces of paper…

I shall be alright again
Sit beyond a fence
Overlooking horizons
Creating the inevitable
For others to succeed...