FUMBLED THOUGHT

I have fumbled
Prayed
I have remembered
Strayed
Between trees of veins
Trees of trains
Between trees of spades
Trees of trades
I have lived
Gained
I have died once
Waned
Silence in fields of grain
Fields of pain
Silence in fields of sand
Fields of grand
I have been without
Within
I have good
Him
Treks through skin
Through sin
Treks through blood
Through mud
I have kissed
Missed
I have touched
Much
Tiptoe without song
Without strong
Tiptoe without shoes
Without clues
I have sank
Sinned
I have been afloat
Hymn
Written between pages
Between cages
Written between notes
Between boats
I have a word
A rhyme
I have a thought
In time