A Bort
...As heard among listening eyes,
felt within the modest heart,
Oh hear see! of my cry,
of wayward words, cast outward,
thwarted and waste me, not...

...As life would, in unkind repression, end
is written spirit, judged with deafened ear,
Wooded babes outwith reason, their melody never sending
Hysterical lyrical cries, composed,
sung by another silent, unborn voice.

...as an unturned restless spirit, scathed, while
storms have made peace with eyes, seeing
more clearly now, through skies of depth and
spiritual oceans of sky..