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?

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