CONVERSATIONS

I won't persuade you from whatever you believe or hope. I can't help you with your exquisite pain or panic. I'm not sure my musings will lead you to the stars. The patterned drumming of my heated conversations May not provide a recess from your chaos. If you are chasing dreams, Dashing down rivers of the soul, Standing still at the bottom of mountains You must climb My words are inside out . My prayers are fervent but missing redemption. My paragraphs are flashlight beams On twisted roads teaching how to get up again. I won't persuade you from your travels But you may find good conversations.