Twas darker ‘ere than the depths of dawn
and below
the river kept its pace
toward lands beyond my knowing
Amidst the rocks, still reaching up
toward pain and sorrows, small
depressions filled with crumbled fate
while endless winds kept blowing
As the writhing forces swelled in mighty song,
designed to breach the rise
of struggling hopes and long kept dreams I lay
wondering how I came to be near death beneath these skies
Whose eternal reaches had mystified and drawn my upturned face
through years of lonely quests
to finally meet myself, my spirit
in searing, naked truth
Whose unexplained and beck’ning realms
entranced and bid my journeys
whose captivating, joyous breadth
had loved me since my youth
Yet I’d stayed those rocks through tearing winds
and river’s rage, committed
born of fears and lost in tears
enmeshed in ****** desires
Such folly had I caused my soul
through days and nights of searching
straining past my anguished heart
to stoke those dying fires
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 8:24 AM UTC
Twas darker ‘ere than the depths of dawn
and below
the river kept its pace
toward lands beyond my knowing
Amidst the rocks, still reaching up
toward pain and sorrows, small
depressions filled with crumbled fate
while endless winds kept blowing
As the writhing forces swelled in mighty song,
designed to breach the rise
of struggling hopes and long kept dreams I lay
wondering how I came to be near death beneath these skies
Whose eternal reaches had mystified and drawn my upturned face
through years of lonely quests
to finally meet myself, my spirit
in searing, naked truth
Whose unexplained and beck’ning realms
entranced and bid my journeys
whose captivating, joyous breadth
had loved me since my youth
Yet I’d stayed those rocks through tearing winds
and river’s rage, committed
born of fears and lost in tears
enmeshed in ****** desires
Such folly had I caused my soul
through days and nights of searching
straining past my anguished heart
to stoke those dying fires
Copyright 2010 Larry Fowler