The Poem

The Poem

The understanding is in the reading,
For the poem’s voice can be heard in the mystery,
Carefully calling your name from beyond the script.
And if you read the written words searching for interpretation,
It is like looking at a sunset and only seeing a setting sun.
Death is an enemy when it finds you.
But death is a friend when you reach it.


The Poem will be featured in my next book, which has the working title of Highways, Byways and Cobblestones.

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