Blast from the past...

Hidden Joys and Crimson Rams

(This poem was originally written on December 21, 2003 during my Junior year of high school):

Singing in the snow
Like an angel on a cloud
Covered in a beauty
The world could not allow
But some how light still finds your face
And cradles you with peace
Unmasking all your hidden Joy
That my eyes have never seen.

And in the snow you sing a song
Of white linen and crystal tears
The verse you sing and the notes you carry
Melt my crimson fears.
I have no choice but to humble my steps
and listen to your song
And instantly the way you appeared
The same way you've gone

Now I stand in the snow
Like a ram that's lost her way
Searching for the song you sang
Wishing you had stayed

A Chronic Journey

(This poem was originally written on February 2, 2004, during my Junior year of high school):

Maybe if I keep walking
The voice will keep talking
Maybe if I keep listening
This song will never end.
Hopefully the road is smooth
The second time around
Maybe a change will happen
And my brakes will skid the ground.
Theses roads they have no signs
no distinctive directions
No left turns! No right turns!
No U-turns! No dead endings.
The lines are unclear,
Whether dotted or solid
Doubled or single I have not yet spotted
But one thing I know about these roads
I have known it all the long
That if I keep singing
The road will learn the song.