Cold, cold, cold the morning; cold.
Coffee warms my hands.
Unraveling memories; seeming dull
Still night dreams, do unfold.
Whispering…
Low clouds covered the forest
Eyes that see not before us.
But, follow the pale path
Neath the weary feet.
See it! There! Underneath!
SHH!..silence!
Wet leaves covered the way.
Then look closely if you may.
Sprinkled sparkling faerie dust
Shimmers neath the leaves.
And, if you follow the shining lights
Those sights shall take the lead.
Following the strath of twigs and weeds …
Growing near the path
The wetness of the leafy stuff
Still bares the night time mask…
Here, there, turns and twists
Mark a path which won’t resist.
All night long seeking an end.
Running, skipping and stumbling on shin.
Searched, knocked, and sought
Only not to find
Any faerie myths…
Oh, how my heart…
Does pine.
I tired of your game,
Oh, Faerie
Running your path night long.
Then decided I,
Best to wander home.
And, vaguely remembering sanity
Since safety departed me,
Calling from the woods
It growled ferociously.
Sad and disturbed
Missed you again!
And, lowering my face,
Bares a fools return.
Hey, Look yonder!!!
There! My Mims!
To be greeted by their love!
The open arms of my kin.
My family who loves me dearly,
And they who prayed me home
That night.
Even despite myself. ,
Yes…
Even despite myself.
Special thanks to my Late mother, Babe, my Skipper B, my Dear sister Carol, my daughter Elysia and my son Joel. They “who safely, yea, safely prayed me home that night.”
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