Good Deeds

title speaks for itself...maybe?

March 2011

Good deeds are 

As lost on me, 

As found in you 

For you only seek 

What you ask of me.

So how now?

Shall the Sun shine 

In dead of night 

Unrecognized 

By familiar eyes?

Will thou know me

In the dimly lit light?

Does veiled darkness

Rob thy sights and

Blind thee to the Sun?

Bitter blackness,

Blinding to sight for

Good and dark deeds 

Are lost, both, 

On you and me.