Sunday, April 17, 2016

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