Category: Poems

I often wake from this cyclic dream

to neither be heard nor plainly seen

Looking for a sunny spot in the glade

To soak in life around me; this is how I’m made

Learn’d work and equal parts of play

Along a soft path; to keep the ruts at bay

I carry this leaf with me; proudly as a flag

and dance in the woods as any young lad

Looking gladly, over the valley, to the next rise

I will return to these woods; no lesser a life

To begin a new journey with happiness & strife

The trail is clear, skies are clear;

Fresh water at every bend.

The memories of winters past I hold dear;

Scars on my face are allowed to mend.

The pass is wide and the view is far;

Light shines through the hemlock.

Expectations are up to par;

I have only myself to mock.

The valley below will call me soon;

To shadowy places and misty times.

The night will bow to the sound of a lonely loon;

But I will not think like those powerful minds.