Not Why

May 27, 2005

And asks not a time,

Not why,

As he watches them all around,

Laughing and dancing,

They are precious gems n his mind.

It has been lonely,

The wind never stops blowing.

But never is there rain enough

To smother the fires’ glowing

Within him.

For there is faith

And faith asks no time

And faith is why

They are so fine,

So precious.

He’ll not let go

Of close held snow

In the summers he dreamt of,

Watching them

All around, giving light to his soul.


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