It was apparent I wasn’t wanted, as I strode forward, into the night.
I had gone into the earthen tunnel, already feeling quite anxious.
On the edge of reason and beyond the realm of darkness, my jaw dropped, mouth open wide, in a soundless scream. I succumbed to fear, terrified.
Yet still, I put one foot before the other, my hands before me, acting as my guide.
I could feel a presence, sense it: I knew it did not want me there.
As the torchlight dimmed then died, I knew the others had not lied.
The earthen womb confined my sense of self, unravelling all I was and am.
Now, I am with them, the others who trod this path before me and as they welcome me, I feel as though I’m home.
I look outta the window, up
at the a fine blue sky still, a
cloud trailing upward tinged
with scarlet.
The yellow crocus and white
Snowdrops are showing in full
and the leaves of the Bluebells
are strong and healthy.
And, as times passes and the
blue of the sky darkens I look
out the back window, at the
light crimson of the far horizon:
and opening my ears, I hear brass
played ‘neath a spotlight, to
announce, the coming of night.
COMMENTS
Absolutely lovely~
lovely
Wordsworth would smile.
COMMENTS
-
insanedemon
00:36 Feb 17 2008
very nicely written!
Dragonrouge
01:38 Apr 14 2008
Almost every love story could be identified with these lines!
I love/live it!
RainingLove
18:42 May 06 2010
Very well done Sir