Burning My Pages

I, just like a page Have a true  story to tell It, may not be a best seller But a story of my life, nonetheless And, with every page, that I tell it The pages burn into dust and get lost in the breeze, the breeze that is life I've never, stolen to the detriment of others, Nor have I toiled  for the poor to slumber,  in a voidfull darkness I've never, burnt any soul, with whip in my mouth, thereafter leave scourges without smoothing them in balsam And yet, night after night, as I look to the heavens I'll still ask my Father, whether I, have offended or cursed These lips, sure as a kiss, I have used just for healing As springs, endlessly warm, I have lent  these hands, to fill up hopeful promises And yet, night after night, as i gaze, into the constant ocean of green I, light as a kite, flapping in the wind, sailing to new words of promise I, just like a page Once had a story to tell Whether you, can take a page, from this book, and burn its pages Just as, these pages burn, leaving no words of regret or sorrow to linger Time, passes the pages, burning the book, leaving the legacy of a man... 05Aug2015