Wednesday, October 08, 2014


Passion's Tide
in morning light
come scattered in the rain
in soaking past
a moment's fast
light showers begin to gain

a distant call pressed through my soul
eyes gaze in mist towards me
a gentle warning breathed in jest
and tapped the air before me

It's near and wide
and far and dim
this place we call our pasture
yet time will fall and in it's place
the pall shall be the master....