Hallowed eyes
grasp me in their grip
telling stories of an old
crisp and dusty nature
Awakening feelings
stale in flesh
and bright in Spirit
Keep me ever in that gaze
Let the shackles slip away
crusted build up soften
And new day dawn
around me
within me…
Down the lane of sticker bushes
where juicy berries
are plentiful in summer
just now tiny buddings appear
And the path meanders off
for a season or a lifetime
toward the wooded part of my mind
Wild and overgrown with song
in full summer it had been
Now sullen and mysterious
yet quickening again
