INTIMATE THOUGHTS OF A WRITER

  Watching, listening as the days go on I watch steadily my life flash me by. My mind wonders like the fish in the sea. It waits patiently for the universe, or destiny they unspoken words man has yet to discover. My soul like my mind yearns for answers hidden in the deep, deep walls of my bones. Filter out of desire will I seek no more until the skin I wear has no more disguise but its own. Lost days soon to be remembered, oh will I, will I be remembered as the man whose heart was once filled with God’s love for nature for women. Will I be known as the warrior of the night or the man who almost, almost made it, made it to the light?