“All In Perfect Time”

Poems

Apr 20

And if I die this night I have no fear, as I know you will

catch me in your arms and I will be Home.

I only ask why have you hidden your face from me this

eternity, of a lifetime?

This life of pain, loneliness, and thinking I was some

kind of a monster or freak when you knew my heart

and soul always.

You, my mirrored soul, suffering on opposite ends of the

continent.

This world, oh you shitty world. But then had things

been any different would I have known your eyes?

Your beautiful emerald eyes as those of my own soul?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps I would have been another ember in the fire of

pain in your soul on fire?

Once I was quite the formidable fire.

Would I have burned you too?

I hope not.

Author of fiction, short stories, and poetry.

“FireStorm”