Like pages of a journal simply waiting to be filled
my life is shouting out with a voice that can't be stilled.
I see it in the falling leaves,the burst of neon skies.
I feel it with each breath of spring,with every bird that flies.
Of winter's frozen landscape or summer's sands glistening
I need to call out with my rhymes to see who might be listening.
When hearts are shattered,minds are broken,love is lost or found
my words can sing of joy or solace without making a sound.
The fields of wonder in my life are growing with each phrase.
I write of my experience,of now and other days.
I'm moved to paint my pages with each stroke of circumstance;
share the book of my life hoping you'll give it a glance.