Why Knot Design

photography, poetry and design


Was on my way to heaven yesterday
Thought our paths would cross
Together we’d find the way
But I was wrong I had to go alone

Had to give up all I knew
Had to give up my home
And I ran barefoot
On the razors of the land

Showed up on your doorstep
With nothing in my hands
Clothed in rags you let me in
Baptized by the rain

You forgave my sin
And we spoke without words
The purest thoughts I ever heard
There is a soul inside of me
Knows of a place I’d rather be

Richard Joseph Yessian