these thoughts shall shame my trepidatious tread
where the whispers warm the winding of my curiosity
a tabula retaught toward the tainted touch of time
scoured surface shared beneath the roar of rasan memory
this calloused canvas caught between the birthing and the blade
as spartan strokes seduce a science so dreamed by destiny
while we walk the wounded water of our promised imperfection
sensing every searching step sang across the sanguine sea
wander waiting for the wave that will guide us to our God
fast forgetting all the fear that flavors possibility
for we’ve found the hidden smile haunting each horizon’s hope:
the day will die and dawn again in this dance infinity…