Soul Collector
by
Past Present Future
by
Past Present Future
i smile a crooked little smile
humble that i am.
quite, yet not meek i come.
asking questions you long to answer.
applaud your insights to this journey your on.
i see your failures as courageous attempts,
and compliment your strenght to go on.
i speak of the light others miss.
that you always "knew" you'd had,
how funny you say with wonder in your eyes
did i see the you behind the wall.
see i know,
each time you hurt ,
another brick was born.
put in place with lots of pain, your tears cement it in
the message on the wall says "you'll not come here again"
when i come the wall is tall,
but sure i have the key.
i am the soul collector and your waiting for me.
as your trust begans to grow,
from all these things i know,
the you, that used to be
once again starts to glow.
beware my friend for now your mine
although you know it not.
you still believe in white knights
and dream of cabbages and kings
What can I say other than I love this poen