Aged

Pekid palms reveal a soul

Grown much past body's time.

A learned spirit knows not what,

Just that it knows.

Times connect the lives and lines

Too numerous now to read.

Withered be the skin, and yet

The soul is strongest here.

Fairy Tale

The greatest passion lies in pain,

In fear, in vacancy, in debt of love,

Until the heart can hear the voice

That pours the pain

Out of the holes

Onto the floor

At the foot of the door

To a future not a soul could predict,

But the heart and the voice always see.

The greatest change inspires pain,

Some fear, some debt, some vacancy,

With more to fill the gaps,

The holes, bullet-pierced,

Than ever tore open any soul.

Stitched by a voice

Given song by a heart

Ruled by a passion forever to be held.