Saturday, October 01, 2011


Draw near my faithful friend.
Come take my jewelled words.
Their journey nears an end.
The forest throngs with silent birds.

Follow the path, across the hill.
There is no other you can take.
Climb up where the air is still,
High above the shimmering lake.

Follow the kestrel’s sun red wings.
They’ll lead you to the water’s edge.
Tread carefully as he brings
You down to cool slate ledge.

Then swing back your mighty arm.
Aim as you sense my heart begin to swell.
Aim at the centre of the calm
When that moment comes, only you can tell.

Jewels cast away no longer charm..
No need to mark their hiding place.
Now watch a skin of ice begin to form
Memories of a once familiar face.

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