My life is a slow moving train
As soft as a drop in the ocean
Channels deepened on my elders' faces
While moments were wasted by caution

I am a pause between lightning and thunder
Half-buried in sands of over-reflection
Born with a golden tongue that only sparkles
When it speaks the name of action

A course in the wind that hardly breathes
Towards a future mortgaged by promise
In the balance of unfinished plans
As steady as a compass

And faith through the blue dreamless nights
Through days empty with anticipation
Turning pages in a volume bound by love
Bearing direction but no destination