Green Mold
The twinkling stars at midnight would light my way in time of need
Way to go, or go to where, could it be said, could it be known
All seeing and all knowing, but being blind could he see
The quaint and simple life draws him in and towards
A life which could be free if only for a moment
Ceaseless cares and unending methods of looking at what concerns us not
Forever gone and never to return shall he go
No matter how hard he tries and toils at the task at hand
He never looses sight of which he holds in grand esteem.
Breathing and sighing mistakenly taken the bright for the dull
Wondering and dreaming wistfully looking towards the future
Knowing and remembering what previously occurred ago
Do you not know?
Magical yearning for the likes of which only the prophet knows
Written down but not ever read to whom would it matter
Anyway it goes who is to say that way is wrong
Largely compromised and unyielding will it break
Bending and giving the allowance of the girth required makes an easy transition
The grandeur of it all makes the mind burn with an urgency
To take control by whatever means and set it all right
Be more than they predicted she says
Down in the valley the pending clearing of the sky is a welcomed experience
Uneasiness and uncertainty griping the heart
Tearing and scratching at the mind makes the senses dull
Lastly but least of all do not let her go
Do you know?