On God's Shoulders

I Met Him On A Quest

Sitting Under A Tree

Waiting For The Days To Come

Many Nights Had I Been There

Sorting The Tears, The Laughter, The Living

To Be Alone With The Thought Of The Dead In Mind

And Being

Should Happenstance Have Been Different

I Might Have Come Upon Myself

With Different Words Than I Once Had

Here.

Forward As The Wind Blew West

I Stood With This Man,

God Upon His Shoulders

Wishing To Be A God,

To View And Live Always,

As The Sun Before Me

Drenching Life From Death

In The Space Of This World

A Passion For Energy

I Died This Death