Long stride steps match strong inside a heart tells me true.. deep inside mind abides what senses speak and do.. forest holds energy.. innocent and clean.. no false paths for none are so.. rivers wind through green..
Far above a castle vast holds cliffside views in wait.. angry children dark in sin for death.. someone’s estate.. laughter ever after as energy will be.. music sweetest faith comes to my song.. to set me free..
Simple small yet has it all the home I walk each day.. worlds of crash and noisy cash no life.. media say.. from a small room evil bent.. in 1954.. one more horseman joins those who would kill forevermore..
Small boys in impressive mansuits.. wives to make one pant.. calling joy yet dressing land with blood as folks are ants.. perhaps in another time.. another story told.. mayhap they won’t call it crime.. a demon stands.. behold..
Looking at a figurine Nana left to me.. a young man tends a sheep and calls another.. ‘come to me’.. under darkness creatures dark once glorious and true.. now lay fearful with a mark they would share with you..
Young man smiles.. sheep comes alive.. stands my shoulder high.. bleating loud true and proud.. the very mountains cry.. with a wind of certainty.. decisive and true.. traveling free paths with my love.. coming home to you..
Waste not killer in resentment.. covet nought in fall.. winter freeze will find you shelter let your love that calls.. see your child in infant held at his mother’s breast.. ‘save one life to save the world’.. Ghandi said it best..
Not all can be leaders.. advisers to the throne.. most of us who live their path.. find love.. or walk alone.. as I walk these mountain paths.. swim rivers so clear.. my love is strong to help along those who fight in fear..