December 26, 2007

The Path of Needles

(by me)

Much has been done, much has been said,
All the things binding me here soon will be dead.
I’ve burnt every bridge, worn out every welcome,
I know not what will be the outcome.
My path has been set, I must follow my course,
Though I wage battle against an unseen force.
Unseen yet greatly felt, this force grows fierce,
Pushed to my knees, my will has been pierced.
This road I’ve chosen is long and dreary,
And I feel discouraged because my feet are weary.
Why did I come here, what looms ahead?
What is the purpose of this path I tread?
My fear is consuming, my heart plagued with doubt,
That I’ve fallen in a pit I can never climb out.
What if I falter, what if I fall?
“Easy,” you whisper, “when you cannot walk you crawl.”
“Do not be afraid, for I am here,
You only need ask and I will draw near.
I will lift you off your knees and your strength revive,
And lead you toward the errand for which you strive.
Navigation won’t be easy, for your path is filled with pain,
But don’t worry: I have come before and know the terrain.
Get on your feet, I won’t leave your side,
Get ready, it will be a bumpy ride.”

December 24, 2007

The Dreaming Tree

by me

Thought cannot escape my boughs
Which guard against burdens born of dawn,
Whose light sears and shrivels dry
Thy soul sustaining mirage
Which, as the dew, drips from my blossoms high
Under light of an opposite kind.
Consciousness dare not trespass here,
Else it become ensnared in the web
Of my fingers, whose leaves like razors
Shred that which seeks to awaken thee,
My ward in sleep;
For even morning’s sweet light means nothing
But oppression under the shade of my branches.
My trunk, thick and tall, as a sentinel stands
Over those slumbering betwixt my roots.
Deep and old they are
Full of memories dreamt and felt,
And fallen to dust as putrid ash.
But dream on, my charges, dream.
I shall stand over thee ‘til morn
And cradle your light in jealous hands,
Safe from dawn’s burning scorn.
Only here may you safely weave
Your dreams and airy castles high.
Dream on, dream on,
For night is nigh.