Thursday, August 4, 2011

To a Youth

I cannot follow you down
through that winding path you choose
in tangles of forest undergrowth
I fear the evil presence
who lives somewhere nearby
above those sharp rocks
underneath the perilous
overhang of cliffs.

I wandered there many
years ago from now
the deadly one caught me unawares,
my heart was torn
left bleeding in the dawn
before a sunless sky.

I cannot follow you down
my steps will not leave
the sureness of the chosen path
leading ever upwards
into the shining light of day
I reach back into the shadows
with hope for that day
you send your gaze upwards
through all those leaves of grass
and see into that sky
we were born to call our home.

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