Thy words were almost certain
yet methinks I must err.
I started walking toward thee
and thy voice called away from there.
I turned toward thy tender words
and listened with my ear
hoping to understand
why I was called toward my fear.
Thy words were almost certain
yet methinks I must err,
because the path that I was on
struck me as straight and fair.
I walked toward the darkness
from which I heard thy voice
and nothing seemed to happen
though I had made the right choice.
Thy words were almost certain
yet methinks I must err
because the darkness lengthens
and I cannot see you there.
Yet my feet will keep me moving
toward thy calm and gentle voice
for I know thy love will keep me
and take me to thy choice.
Thy words, I know, are certain
and I know I cannot err
for my callous hear beats
only when thou art near
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
The knots of twisted trees
Seem to haunt my waking dreams
With mouths opened wide in fear
Wide awake yet dreaming
They are silent yet Screaming
No longer knowing what is real
Whispering winds still chew
Until they bite clear through
the bitter trees of my Imaginings
I cannot laugh, or scream, or cry
Until they take their last breath and die
Trapped behind the stench of fear
While voices in my mind leer
I will be a face behind a lie
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC