Sunday, September 12, 2010


somehow I am free

I could not have guessed
I could not have predicted this

I am enchanted with beauty

the sights and sounds of beauty


light and color
shape and outline
darkness and light
intensity of form and perception

I am in love with beauty
and nothing else matters
but somehow
like never before
and never expected

I am free

I still love you
every one

but I am not bound by you
all your sorrows and your sins
are tears on my cheek
running down my beard

but I will walk on
and I will keep loving
pain or no pain

thankful for moments of bliss along the way