The thought of you is looming large in mind
All time is spent on outlines reckoning
A compilation free of judgements rhyme
Serene Vista promise peaceful musings
So peace I seek in hope of finding truth
A jagged fractured gem patiently cut
A vile full of tears turned gold from blue
I seek to gain from loss something unsought
A bird of myth into a fire flew
To it I feel kinship; from death, rebirth
It might be ash becomes of me, it's true
Though faith will light and guide my eyes from curse
As I see signs of my achievements shine
Old thoughts arise, will you be mine in time?