Flashing with the image of a blazing sword
I dwell on visions stabbing darkness from my
Soul which clicks with rhythms
Pulsign to the beat of aspen voices
Singing with the breath of mystic sounds that
Cruise without the wind that courses through my veins.

Why should I be blessed with this intrusion that is
Brilliant to the point of searing
Recollections of a world that never seems
To sting the heart of those who share
The air that fills my lungs and fires my mind.

Such strong vibrations
Can demand a price that most within this
World refuse to honor with the time and thought
And passion lusting in my soul for
Seconds,
   minutes, 
      lifetimes,
         more!

I must deliver these sentences
With my fingers burning ont he keys
Wo seek relief
From destiny that grabs my soul
And thrusts the 
Fertile lance into my brain

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr