CONFESSION ZERO

Yes. I am a son of Creation Beneath the canopy of stars, gazing upon Heaven, the star's watchful eyes hovering for what seems an eternity. I am happy listening to music, the cadence of our night singers, the insect and the frog, owl, as consistent as the rising and setting sun... ~Mark Richard Prime © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

These eyes... These eyes that watch me These eyes that remember These eyes that trace Love That open upon Home That have seen enough to know Enough to grasp hold exactness Enough to salvage Spirit and flesh To bring life soaring without death ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime