Poems

I lifted off of the feathery white snow,
With such sweet style, and undenied flow.
I couldn't be beaten by anyone that you know.

But then I stumbled and hit the ground,
Ony to find what i have found.

It came upon me oh so swiftley,
And all the ones that would soon miss me.

I think about it here and there,
Oh so high in the mystic air,

But with no content and great despair,
That how it came to be so unfair.

Fate it seems has played it's role,
And now understanding it's great tole.

For without thought or reconcile,
It and I have turned to denial.

There was no mercy on that day,
and fate could not be kept at bay.

I see you here,
I see you there,
I see you now,
And everywhere.