The walk has called me out, this day into the rain
Again to summon me to quiet, returned to visions sane
Empty, in the thoughts that once embraced me then
To shower gentle sustenance into this cup again

The greatest fool, the open heart once knew
Again to worship and console within the shower's dew
Thirsting for the symmetry inside the trines obtuse
To seek the courage to release the sadly held excuse

There seems revealed here a destiny indeed
Again in mists to drop into my mind a hopeful seed
To stand in stasis of a holy light to hold my eyes
To wash away and clear the day in hope of sunny skies

Copyright Kkh 3/3/02