I know you my child
born into Autumn weather wild
I see a small part of me
A deep still lake
or tempestuous raging sea!

With an inner longing-always to be free
I feel those things in you
Observe them in your eyes
underneath so blue or dark and cloudy skies
Understand the places-that you often go

Aloofness of your spirit
as you travel deep into your soul…

It’s not easy being different
That internal mark of Cain
Gaining so much knowledge
to ever remain the same…
But we who walk this narrow path
quietly-in solitude -alone
Will always be watching over
one we call our own!
Riders on the storm of truth
in God’s hallucinogenic electric rodeo…..

M C Bolton OCT 2020, @MarkCBolton1