The cold bites into my flesh
The rain gives rise to complaint
My soul, the helmsman of a ship
Falling and rising above the many waves of thoughts
Some high and spiteful
Spitting froth, stinging my eyes
Some low and deceitful
Lulling me to the reefs
Yet still I hold onto the wheel
Guiding the ship so that it does not sink
I’m in a room of mirrors
They’re each telling me something different
About myself
The mirror I should listen to
Is the one that reflects my heart
Mountains, paths
Beginnings and ends
My soul leaps for the sky
When I take that first step
The heavens open
The sky is lit
The trumpets are blowing
My name is called
So I rise
Lifting up through the soil
To fly high in the clouds
I see my family waiting for me there
And those I left behind on earth
It’s common sense
That keeps me ticking
Where I bleed
I leave my seed
I face a mountain
That looms over me
Its spikes and crags
I feel pointing through my soles
I’m cold
Warmed fear
Fear that washes over my body
Rinsing me from head to toe
A wave clearing sense from skin
But like the shepherd boy David with his sling
Shadowed by the mighty Goliath
Clad in gleaming golden armour
I will scale that mountain
Its spikes sneering
Its peak glaring
To rise with battered hands and feet
Calloused from wear
To feel the sun shine upon my face
Cleansing me of my fear
Leaving this mountain beneath me
Only to see the next mountain, higher
Another chance, to feel closer
To that light
The stars light on fire
Through the eyes of my helmet
I am a comet, shooting across the night sky
The desert sands
I wander through
With just my body
I hold onto
No water, no food, no air
No reasons, I let go
Inside I went
To caverns old and long ago explored
To be another that brings a torch
To light up what we forgot
Sweet night
Comforting fog that looms
The church bells ring
Echoing, rolling through
These great green hills
The animals lie asleep
Attuned to mans rythmn
The path I walk
Is lit by silver moonlight
Songs played
From the violins of crickets
Soon my path will end
I will find myself
In a new kind of light
I sing to all those that sung before
I play to all those that played before
And I die
For all those that died before
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 