Lions

Years erode into paths 

A wrinkled soul hides well to beautiful smile 

Shake my hand years of scars 

Hidden wisdom 

Leaning on bookshelves in the dark 

Travel in silence 

Hear the crowds 

Love absent 

Full of faith 

Miles part 

The only difference now 

Is the ones who chose to hold my hands 

Follow through or fall away - 

There for the memory 

To take my breath away 

Lean on my library 

Open my page 

Courage and faith