Blind Faith
Facing final darkness
Loudly screaming a challenge to Fate
Ancestral reunion or battle
Will I be early or late
Should I stay graspingly haunted
Drifting on sea timeless space
Riding and dreaming undaunted
In mysterious uncommon place
Fearing and turning in darkness
To face an impossible best
In line at the end of this long human race
Not a place to so finally rest
Gone is a question of beck
Or is it a question to call
Verified at the end of the trek
Easy felt satisfaction is all
Roughly so stilled at my best
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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