For Those Who Read...

The smile that appears...
     who would have thought
someone else lives in my world?
     Like a blushing bride,
the heart that waits
     where patience ever resides
Still, counts the waves
     when black turns green
beneath a waning moon
     The tingle in your shins
when you look over the edge;
     is that sweet release
or impending doom your body senses

     Your body will react;
sometimes unasked,
     it saves you from yourself...
For where else can you look
     for the answers you seek
are not found in books
     with pretty pictures on the front
or a clever bio in the back
     The questions ask by the cave,
kissed by the fire's tongue
     before rising up to heaven,
those are the ones upon whose answer i wait;
     my own double jeopardy...

A supplicant with proud knees,
     a sigh floating on the misted breeze
For all the chances lost to doubt
     it took a like soul to echo my
Though i still prefer the whisper soft
     to the top of the mountain shout...