I AM NOT BLIND
NOT DEAF
I SEE AND HEAR
QUITE WELL
THE MOON
MY LIGHT
THE WIND
MY FRIEND
CARRYING
MY VOICE
TO THE WORLD
AND BEYOND
THE SCENT
OF LIFE IS RAW
LIKE A
NEW WOUND
LIKE A
CRIPPLED FAWN
ON PURE
WHITE SNOW
I AM
THE PIECES
OF WHAT WAS
AND IS NO MORE
I AM ALIVE
BECAUSE
THE FAWN
IS NOT
CRUEL
YOU SAY...
I AM
A WOLF...
Bobby Jameson Dec 4, 2010
