Poetry

I borrow some words
from song birds and roses to
brighten my path. The timeless
pain always follows me.

Tell me how to live
in the troubled time.
I think what others don't
think. There was no ending.

The knowledge dips
I cannot read your message.
Cannot hear your echoes
from the valley of tears.

Where god lives when
it is dark? No excuses.
A light comes out from
the eyes. Plato thinks not.