I'm having fun writng my poems but no one is reading them : P
Posted March 20, 2007
EXODUS
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes
Sneaks in through the cracks in the aged wall
As she climbs the stair waiting for what she does not know
The darkness stirs as shadows come to life
The shadows strike fear to the heart of the brave
Although they are simply mists and lack of illumination
What isnt there and cant be faced is more terrifying
Than the seven headed monster which might be defeated.
Within the house she gently stepps across the rug
In the gray of morning light fears were dimmed but reality,
Dropped like a heavy curtain, can not be shred or drawn back
In the face of truth the myths fade and die away The coloration of fact
tints the inky blackness until it is no longer dark but light
and morning comes at last but with departure from the house
tears are shed at the loss of fantasy with the bereavement of mystery
reality seems too steeled and icy to face alone but with another by her side
she left the house for reality, truth was after that not cold, but warmth receiving and tender
begging her to dance on a thousand hills and return to the house is unthinkable
with him dancing by her side returning becomes the myth.
