Hopeful wind of change and time,

Lift me from this dreadful place.

My life is not what I designed;

A fruitless cause of laden waste.
 

Hopeful wind of change and time,

Whisper me a lasting phrase.

One of meaning and of rhyme

To stoke my fertile, gifted gaze.


Hopeful wind of change and time,

I offer thee a handsome purse.

Change my world that I may find

Time to relish man’s great verse.
 
 
-  MARK STEVEN CAFFEY

The deepest crevice of my soul

Has swallowed up a lasting pile

Of ungood deeds both new and old:

Both men and God doth I defile.

 
Should I dance the Faerie Dance

As I have done for years gone by

Or shall I have another chance

To right the wrong and live to try?


My mind, a tomb of death and decay;

It knows no peace nor gives a fight.

He leads my heart to go astray;

To live and breathe is to deny the Light.


Whatever path my life shall take

Will surely depend on his persuasion.

Hope is lost and for his sake

We are variables in his Grand Equation.


- MARK STEVEN CAFFEY