Poetry by Erik Tyme

That Fateful Day

  I came alive one day, in a field all alone
  on the edge of the woods, near where I called home
  A breeze caressed my face, as a tear fell from my eye
  and my heart yearned loud, for reasons I denided
  and dreams swept across, my blue colored mind
  on that fateful day, when I was all I could find

  Clouds moved swiftly, across a sun drenched sky
  on a morning of wishes, as two crows flew by
  the warmth on my face, grew cold with the shade
  and hunger filled my soul, as the sunrise fade
  Memories were all, I had left to hold near
  on that fateful day, when I learned I could fear

  I remember it was then, standing there tall with doubt
  as a shiver cross my skin, I learned I was not without
  and a scent softly found, passage to within me
  as my world became clear, with purpose and destiny
  the adventure laid ahead, covered in light
  on that fateful day, when I finally gained my sight.

  I came alive one day, in a field all alone
  on the edge of the woods, near where I called home
  a breeze caressed my face, as a I softly let out a sigh
  and my heart filled with warmth, while wonder filled my eyes
  and dreams swept across, my eager to learn mind
  on that fateful day, when I set out to see what I could find

  Erik Tyme
  4-12-01

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