Sometimes I Am
By FJen705222
Sometimes I am the knight in search of the lofty heights
Armed with only a pure heart and undying spirit I ride my steed
Over the blackest mountains and the bleakest deserts I search
Until it is love that I find and then I will be freed
Sometimes I am the writer in search of the perfect word
Aided with only expression and the visual I turn the tattered page
Through the weakest of moments and darkest of days I exist
Until it is love that I find and then start the next stage
Sometimes I am but the forgotten reflection in a mirror
Aged with experience and tainted by the memories
Behind the sunny smiles and the fragile frowns
Until it is love that I find and then will I know me
by
Frank Jenkins
(
geocities.com/poetrypillow)