Charles' Poem

Black it falls, the sky

Tears come, to your eyes

With thyne heart you hope for me

With thyne mouth you call for me

My presence within you, you wish

But I do not come to you

Why do you call darkness into

Thyne life when decades proceed you and 

Unblossomed is the world unto ye.







Truth ye shall find, in my words
Charles Frasier Lynch