Posted by obsidian on February 12, 2008, at 20:15:18
'cause that's the way it leads
direct and straight and right
going off in a cold dark night
I freeze up and stare ahead
the fences line the way
I try and try to see....branches find themselves in hanging peices,
heavy with the snow
finding roots in a rocky wasteland
...exquisitely sensitive
I hear every single crunch
a mailbox stands its post
houses dot and jut the landscape
every picket half buried in snow
deeper deeper as they go
they find themselves connected
but somehow separate just the same
trees colliding overhead
enduring weight that lies above,
heavy like a rock
underneath I find it quiet,
following where the path may lead
I find myself collapsing
any promises left to keep?
the woods after all are 'lovely,dark and deep'
rising walls of snow
where moon and earth collide..and I walk in between
shadows fall behind the trees,
holding what the moon won't see,from my window..take a peek
at the moon that sucks the light
and the earth, that distant light
a passing look through a frosty windowpane
from a place of warmth and shelter
further does it seem
poster:obsidian
thread:812376
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20071223/msgs/812376.html