Sometimes the road we weave is deeper than the ocean
Our soul sings for far too many open ended possibilities
Very little light shows the way
Clouded the visions are in the mind
Flashing by in rapid successions
The drowsiness that comes slowly calls the names
Come to me
Rest
Feel my embrace
The warmth that builds captivates and refuses to move
Heavy lids blink open and closed
Snapshots of the world reveals the climate
The temptation is to let it all go
To fade away like the mists on the river styx
What’s the point is the question, why fight on when its easier to lay here
So much easier not to move and bond with the structures that holds captive
Never free, just along for the ride, to see where the end will be.
Fatigue grips closely
Whispering in deaf ears
Such juicy thoughts and promises that explode in the inner core
Temptations and struggles circle lazy feet
Wicked smiles with gleaming eyes await fools anxiously
Taking the step to fill the air with loud screams
Plunging toward the earth spread eagle, the rushing of the air roaring by
Breath raspy and loud filling straining lungs that refuse to expand
The fight that once raged on, no longer plagues the mind
Emptiness is what remains
Quite, stillness, nothing
Where to now? What to do?
Hands clasp and squeeze
The pressure builds and builds
The explosion sends light, heat and matter in all directions
The road forward begins.