You who stand there, telling all.
   Do you know of life,
   its games and the whiles of time....
You who have THE PHD, the degrees and the 
paper trivia... 
proclaiming "I am wise..."
   Is it enough to make the young girls swoon...
   To imagine all hearts will fall before your feet
   with admiration, lust.... some with innocent love...

Yea, you lie.... for your very age gives you away...
Yes, persecuted by your own ghosts of pain ...
Of your past yet unbounded by wraps of emotions- unveiled....

Is that enough to claim  mastery over ones life?
Over the pain and answers of mine?
Will all those books erase the terrors of my nights?

You are but a Knight .. thirty something... still learning
to do battle with the sword of words....
Handsom as you are... I see in the blue of your eyes... 
a lost soul...

How to fight and defeat the dragons....
I, but another in distress, yet, a few years older ...
I have met and dealt with those dragons you chose 
to run from...

They are your test of strength...
They will not die... only move on to someone new...
You look into my eyes.. I see you searching....

for hope... for love and trust.. for truth.....
You look away..... for you know I know...
The answers...