Higher than heaven
you rose, elevating in the
dark woods, reading slowly,
words burning, rolling off your tongue,
majestic poetry & prose.

Fairy of the night, I sing, lyrical
& whimsical, you rose,
higher than heaven, poetry & prose.

I wasn't rooted, like the old wooden trees,
you told me when seasons shift, I turn into ice, and freeze
for I was never what you wanted me to be,
rooted, no, for I was free.

Guiding light shines
within me,
omnipresent
on vast roads ahead,
like glittering gods.

Like headlights
when the
clear road
eludes me, like
winds in spring,
in my time of need.

For there are paths
yet to be paved
& mountains
yet to be trekked
& All the stars
can't shine at once.

Guiding light, you lie
within me, even when you
are blocked by a tall palm tree,
even when you are dim
on my midnight drives, & it's hard
for me to see,

Guiding light, you lie
within me.

Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.

Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.

Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.

Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.

The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.

The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.