As I woke,
Sunlight tugging at an eyelid,
In a dream remembered,
We spoke,
You sang a song, unfamiliar, yet…
birthing a pang of guilt,
Heart-wrenching tunes about respect,
Of freedoms, not being equal,
Of living a life of regret,
Your pain, by my thought, fickle,
Your forgiveness, and its effect…
a stab in the heart.. and,
The dawning of the fact…
this song was penned by my hand,
I wrote this act…
Paul is an artist at heart, using the mediums of photography and poetry to express himself. The eternal search for truth is reflected in his work.