Poem
At one time I held the mystery
upon the rock hill alone
barefoot in the wind filled field
treasures in rock and cloud
soul freely
Hope
next stepped
the time I was told to treasure
now leaking away
my soul left me
it could no longer stand
and is hidden from me
I drove it out
no fault but mine
tell it I
tell it please
will it
what have I done
what have I done
what have I done
