Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I now find myself,
In alien lands,
Far south of mine birthsoil.
Walking, aimlessly,
Avoiding Father Time.

Hither,
The fire God stayeth up longer,
Torching the lands beneath his wings.
The darkness ever colder,
As the pale star wane aboveth mine head

Chilly winds pierceth me to my bones,
Though tis bearable still.
However,
Echoes that bounceth off the walls
Of my own melody, pierces the soul,
Through and through.
Thus my sight bleedeth from these wounds.

And even as i bled, in my cell,
Shrouded by the darkness,
My mind reacheth out, into the emptiness,
Returning portaits, to me,
Of soil, trunk, roots and branches.
O how I yearn to seek those once more.

Help aplenty I have received.
for rekindled once more has the fire in me
the fire that was smothered, when life was lay.
the fire of faith, of the goddess of wood
whom I believe will care for my distant roots.
WilZC at 6:14 AM

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