Noon by chibilunacat

Noon
by
� chibilunacat

Walking through the woods one noon
Unknowing I'd come upon adventure soon
I picked a wild rose with awe,
And wiped the crimson blood on my shaw.
I walked the path, winding deep
Where elves and fairys often sleep.
I danced and sang and skepped a beat,
And found a vine with unsuspecting feet.
Brushed the dust from my arm,
And saw a rabbit with pose for alarm.

I said hello, and how do you do,
It blinked its eyes and then I knew,
The rabbit was fine and so was I,
So I munched upon some cherry pie,
I picnicked with the ants and mice,
With chicken, corn, peas, and rice;
I ate my salad and my soup
Wile sitting on a tiny stoop.
The birds rejoiced and sang a song,
And cheered up when I sang along.

I napped with the sprites for and hour,
Then wittnessed the streams almighty power,
Chatted with grace among the flowers,
And watched flying birds from elven towers.
I climed an old oak, who more than concented,
But when I hung from his branches he resented.
I dropped hard on my bottom, gave a slight bounce,
But jumped back up like a cat would pounce.
I ran along the streams clear edge,
And smiled at mermaids from my rocky ledge.

I walked along with nothing to do,
Sang a few songs and made a boar shew.
It was then I started a small adventure,
Not knowing at all, let alone picture.
It began when a birdy wanted to talk,
So I stepped aside from my long walk.
Perched on a branch, beautiful was she,
I admired her greatly while she studied me.
We said how d'do and all of that,
She shed a few tears on a passing rat.
Finally she asked her grinding inquirey,
Cleared her throat loudly, her eyes looking fiery,
She took a few seconds to find the right words
Such it the way with inquisitive birds.
She asked rather hopeful "Will I ever find a mate"
I assured her she would, "tis I who's no lovers fate."

When the talk ended she flew away,
Leaving me thoughful for the first time that day.
I sat there alone in the woods for an hour,
Leaned on a beech tree and smelled a pretty flower.
Why would a bird worry so much,
They shouldn't worry and wonder at such.

Finally I left my small thinking spot,
Tried to change my thoughts, but stil thought alot,
My cheeriness changed as I then wondered too,
Would I ever find someone to say "I do?"
Incredibly so I believed I would not,
Shed a small tear and then cried alot.
I decided not to ponder over trivial things,
Made myself laugh, to wipe off the stings.
It stayed in my mind but I paid it no heed,
Kept following the winding path, picking up speed.

Crossing a creek and feeling the waters cold,
I found it so occupying, so crazy and bold.
It laughed as though knowing my future on hand
So I climed quickly out to shiveringly stand.
"Why do you laugh?" I quickly said,
It chuckled again and I pictured it shaking its head.
"Fear not my laughter or the things you'll achieve,
Wipe off those sad thoughts on your shirt sleeve,
All will be fine if given time
Worry naught about lovers, commit no crime.
It will happen nicely when all is due.
Your not alone for what you ar thinking, all people do.
Walk away laughing and occupy your sadness,
With cheerful songs, kind words, and gladness"
The creek stopped its lecture leaving me stunned,
I did as it said and left sad thoughts shunned.

Happier now I whistled a tune loud,
Talked with the gnomes and made myself proud,
The wondering of love was pushed away hard
I suddenly came upon wood that was charred.
Surrounded by stones and dampened with haste,
The smell was still fresh, there were scraps for ants to taste,
I wondered for a moment who could have been there,
Leaving behind so much as thought they had it to spare.
I moved a few steps closer to the make shift log seat,
And saw something silver glistining at my feet.
As I bent over carefully I grabbed the small spoon,
They sure left fast, I noticed that noon.

I stayed a bit longer to inspect the remains, Nothing of value was there so I took no great pains.
I pocketed the spoon in case we should meet,
I would hand it over gladly and look at my feet.
I moved farther on up my traveled path,
With no clear destiny beyond my next bath
No turning back and no going off course,
Just stopping a bit to talk on grass floors Chatting and singing, eating a bit.
Farther on up, not even sure I fit,
I found more clues to the person ahead
Wondering if I'd ever catch up before we were dead.

It seemed I'd caught a hold of their heels
But they'd slip away while I ate my meals.
Days had passed and maybe years,
Before my query ever caught my ears.
Singing a tune full of cheer,
But then he sensed that I was near,
The music stopped, leaving me lost,
I wanted to hear more about Decembers frost. At least now I knew the one before me was male,
That question answered, I wondered, to what avail.
Would I ever catch up, I would never know,
I crunched very lightly over fallen snow.

I trudged ahead wondering when
I'd end my long journey, or would it start again.
What does it mean to plow ever on,
Searching your soul for what is gone?
I knew not but couldn't stop,
My feet kept going to someones plot.
At least I'm not alone, for there is he,
That made me wonder if someone followed me.
Is someone ahead of the one I follow?
Do they know some one is behind or are they hollow?
How many walk this forest path?
Is there more? You do the math.
Do they chat or keep to themselves?
Do they sing with birds or talk with elves? Will I ever know who is before me?
Will I ever know if someone is behind the last tree?

When my journey should come to an end,
Would I met all those whose feet did send, Knowing at least that I'm not alone
I watch and I listen when the light is shown. Searching my mind and disovering my truth, Picking up hidden clues like a mystery solving slueth.
Questions arrise, some put to rest,
My whole journey is lifes hard test.
Will I survive or sway to the side?
Will I prevail or swallow my pride?
Does love travel along my winding trail?
Do my inquiries make me de-rail?

Who would have thought life so rough,
Or just how it can make you tough.
Are my experiences all worth while,
Or are they ashes in a pile?
Why must I travel so alone,
Even elves chat begins to drone.
Time is rushing, I know not when,
How long, exactly, has it been?
No ones there when I need comfort,
But there is always company of a sort.

And finally I see ahead,
The path is ending and I'm not dead.
What I want, where I should go,
Lie sparkling in the fallen snow.
No more path, and finall joy,
Is it a mirrage, is it a ploy?
I've finally reached my destination,
Reached a victory, a standing salvation.
The creeks words whisper inside,
I remember that day when I had cried.
I had only just started, I was happy then,
I've finally broke free of my trails pen.

The creek whispered that I'd find love,
But there is no sign of life, not below or above.
Maybe love lie down another road,
If so my ended one was just a load.
I can't give up now, I'm at this end-
Maybe just past that break there is a friend.
I rush past the end to what lay beyond,
But who was before me, I wonder this noon.
I at least want to say Hi, and give him his spoon!
I look at the faces and begin to lose hope,
Of meeting my foregoer of this long slope.

I turn to see who come behind,
Are they mean, or are they kind?
I look at the faces and smile with pleasure,
At the path I no longer must endeavor.
A hand grabs my shoulder and I quickly turn,
The most beautiful face is what I discern.
"I was just ahead of you" he quietly states,
I reach in my pocket to grasp one of my fates.
I pull out a treasure, a sparkling gem on this noon,
He smiles very brightly and accepts his spoon.
As our hands meet the spoon quickly melts,
Reforms a shape and beats with small pelts,
The beating grows faster and louder untill-
We realize a heart is whats come in the still.
He pulls back his hand and I realize with joy,
I'm holding the heart of this beautiful boy!

Grasping his hands I laugh at the past,
Laugh at my weaping, then recover fast.
Finding my destiny was a battle up hill.
Now that I'm there, a path lie ahead still.
None so hard, none so alone as before-
I look for the day I open the next door.

If your paths just started, take my advice,
Don't give up hope, and look for spice.
The path is ever changing and so is life,
But in the end you'll lose all strife.
Onward and upward, the battle begins-
Leaving it open for all kinds of ends.
What will be yours? I cannot say-
Just share an experience, with you, this day.

Terra Mae
"98"