Another Rhyme-1

~Another Rhyme~ Standing on the edge of time Pondering another rhyme Everyday that’s what I do I write another poem or two Day after day and night after night It seems that I’m compelled to write Intrusions escaping through my hands In hopes that others may understand Thoughts flowing through veins of my soul Some that are pure and some black as coal The moonlight reveals the places I’ve been That I paint with no more than paper and pen This is one of my favorites from the first book I wrote in 1995-96. It completely captured what was starting to erupt within my thoughts daily. I truly felt compelled to write constantly after my friend committed Suicide and I needed something to give me some answers to Why. But more than that I needed a way to escape the Pain and Sorrow. Today as I'm writing my 12th book 25 years later, I'm still pondering another Rhyme. :-) God Bless and Best Wishes to You...Peace