CE Fleming, September 30, 2002

On walls I write my name

So slowly, red crayon's mark

Passages of a road less traveled

On shadows bark dogs of night

On hills my footprints stain

Blood of my blood and love,

To ride on silver streams

And dance the dance

On you I leave my mark

An arrow through the dark

Night is no shade to you

Only sound, surrounding true

On me do ravens crow

Sounding death, low and so,

Roads weave and intersect

To shout out: Resonance