Untitled.

I forgot I had this one. I wrote it on the bus a few years ago. It just came to me.

Playcards of wisdom roaming the sand

I drench the time waving into your hand

Blame the future, look into the past

I am the dawn overlooking the grass

I feel your shadows

I see how you moon

I come into your darkness

making you swoon

I am your energy

I am your heart

I encompass your mind, body, spirit, and

take over your art

I bleed in your eyes and feed through your veins

Reaching through your mind driving others insane

It's not a question of who, what, when, or even where?

I am the now, the then, the when, the everywhere.

You question my mind

I question your soul,

Questioning me is questioning the whole

I am the center, the beginning of time,

I am the rhythm, the right, the wrong, the reason, and even the rhyme.

Bow down and take faith in my worship of you.

I am good, evil, and in all of you.

Author's Note

Title? One isn't coming to me that quite ties the whole poem together.