Sometimes I Am
 By FJen705222

	Sometimes I am the knight in search of the lofty heights
	Armed with only a pure  heart and undying spirit I ride my steed
	Over the blackest mountains and the bleakest deserts I search
	Until it is love that I find and then I will be freed
	

	Sometimes I am the writer in search of the perfect word 
	Aided with only expression and the visual I turn the tattered page
	Through the weakest of moments and darkest of days I exist
	Until it is love that I find and then start the next stage
	

	Sometimes I am but the forgotten reflection in a mirror
	Aged with experience and tainted by the memories
	Behind the sunny smiles and the fragile frowns
	Until it is love that I find and then will I know me



                                  by
                          Frank Jenkins