Trepidation Poem by John Weber

Our tale coils on the pages
Headstrong counterparts combined
We play through gracious ages
Particles of time entwined

Gently wrapped within the past
To become the screaming next
Episodes until surpassed
Linger as rear-view objects

Lost without soul amity
Shaded by that specter glance
My future calamity
Dangles on the blade of chance

I never wish to dismiss
My singular point of view
This ember would be remiss
If I aimed to ignore you

Let me lighten your struggle
As we laugh at wanton strife
I'll flex my arms to juggle
These burdens that dull your life

Grace of essence cleanses us
Within our healing bubble
Mindless wrath won't cause us fuss
Once these natives sense trouble

Mutely you offer your smile
As you step down from the train
Your face shall loiter a while
Since my tongue fails me again