Let it be said of me when my emerald eyes do not change colors and my silver gray hairs do not glisten with the rising of the morning sun, whisper sweetly my ordering of words and picture my muriels of the mind.
Know that one existed who saw every mountain, eyed ancient bones that were buried but most of all talked with Angels.
Aloneness brings Demons and Angels we choose the conversations.
As a child Demons of the dark told fantastic stories!
Incredible saga's of Men and Spirits clothed as men.
They told me late at night, alone fables that young ears have long forgotten. Only the silver has vision memories of that past.
Azriel My primary Guardian say's that this is was Father's Great Plan of Salvation for the lost Humans.
Azriel say's that with free will comes errors and seperation from "The Way" that is clearly marked for mankind.
I have tried to follow "The Way" rocky as my walk has been.
Let it be said of me he never lost sight of where he was from,
                                                        His Father's House.

                                                            M.Bryant