Thursday 26 December 2013

STEPS



Looking
Down
At my foot
Move up 
Then out

Letting
Joy in
As it lands
On
Fine earth

The move...
First
Of 
Many.



Soon
Old diaries
Will begin 
To collect
Dust
Which
Will be blown 
Off
When the child
Of a child
Gets to 
That faintly familiar 
Point
That was muse of those
Forgotten volumes

Only then
Will they
Be taken down
And read


After 
Three
Long
Nights
The sun 
Is risen

And 
Shadows
Become visible

But 
The immortal tongue
Of the wise
Guides

They say
Do not 
Regard
The shadows
Do not
Fear them


Oh how sad
The sun
Must be
To see
You tremble 
Before these
Knowing it
Was it 
That exposed 
Them all


If you'd  fear 
The snake,
Then 
You must fear
The snake charmer 
Even more






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