Torment

Lenient commands barked off key

Silent gestures given free

Elements of solace made by me

I drop helpless to one knee

Fill my mind with empty, please

Wondering thoughtless keeps me free

Listless limbs have spontaneities

Where only the mind keeps the keys

Gray hair caught in the breeze

Holding conference with the trees

Lift my eyes to what he sees

Hold it where time will freeze

Sounding cautious steps alone

Bringing spirits white as bone

Listening only in baritone

Banging rhythm on a stone

Free my spirit I am told

I repeat; I am old

I have passed my days of gold

My soul and spirit I have sold

Fill my mind with empty, please

I ask this on bended knees

An empty mind a spirit frees

Lift my eyes to what he sees

©4/17/07 Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry