Pacing the paved path as,
I had done the previous night
awaiting my dark acquaintance.

It was moon rise when He appeared
He bade me to sit on the white bench.
Taking my hand to assist me.

I sat, my eyes taking Him in,
Tall, about six foot four, and pale,
with the most piercing green eyes.

I'd had warning not to look too deep
into the pits of Hell, smoldering.
but I was not glamoured by sight!

I am mountain
I am sea
I am desert
I am tree

I am the taste of salt
I am the rushing rain
I am the smell of earth rising
I am red poppies of the plain

I am universal
I am the only
I am of all present
I am of the lonely

I am your vision
I am your beam
I am your light
Your realized dream

I am the dust in the stars
The infinite being
The endless space and time
The knowing, all-seeing

In a world of Chaos, lost and alone
a soul wanders searching for home
a heart adrift, longing to belong
yet feeling like an outsider all along.
In a sea of strangers a lone figure stands
Searching connection, reaching out hands,
but the world is vast and the path is unclear
as the lost soul struggles to find their sphere.
Yet deep within, a flicker of Hope,
guiding them onward an helping them cope,
so fear not,wanderer,for your not alone
in this mad world you'll find a place to call home.

The year was nineteen-forty-four
And the date was the sixth of June.
As time went by, death knocked on the door
Of John and his mates, who would meet death soon.
All the rain and sound he pushed,
To the very back of his mind
And thought of all the people he knew -
He just wanted to to remain alive.
Home was where he longed to be:
A warm safe bed, and endless tea.
John’s birthday just so happened to be
The reverse of Day-hyphen-D.
He bravely died on his twentieth birthday
Covered in blood, in tremendous pain.