Pontif

There's no traditional life I desire
No westward venture of permanents
Which I've ever pined for

I am both simple man and complex mind
Drawn to that which I haven't done
But could

And you know me
For who I was and am
And could be in truth if grown

Like a tree you pour smiling sunlight
And a loving water on me
And wait, like a beautiful day above


My love

Saria