‘Tis our bond

Far down the twisting path I go
Beside the one I cherish true
‘neath knotted boughs, o’er roots below
We in our steps purpose imbue

For we have sights set on a truth
That lies beyond the edge of sight
A thing sought since the pride of youth
Diminished in new wisdom’s light

I lift her up, she grasps my hand
And pulls me through the corridors
Of shadowy and unsure land
Just as I shield her from life’s sores

And though the truth lies yet beyond
That which we see before us still
T’ward it we go, for ’tis our bond
To climb together that lone hill

Since we locked eyes

By firelight did I see your eyes
The first they locked on mine
And burrowed beneath my disguise
With clarity divine

You saw beneath the hardened shell
I’d built upon my skin
And saw into the untapped well
Of spirit trapped within

And patiently you chipped away
At walls both thick and thin
‘Til flooding in came light of day
O’er my heart’s raucous din

So since we locked eyes in the red
And flick’ring light of dying fire
E’er have I owed, my belovéd,
To you my love and my desire.

When my heart proved right

Without a sound did my heart warm
To new, exciting, tender change
The likes of which did take a form
I’d not thought of before

And though it was frightful, unknown
My heart did say to rest a while:
“Let what’s been reaped so too be sown,
And love will grow yet more.”

And so years on my heart’s proved right;
Unfounded were my fears;
Its words I hear now in new light
With open, eager ears

Lament of the dayjobber

So oft I turn, in light of day,
T’ward vibrant, new imaginings
Off on a quest does my mind stray
Far from mundane, dull, lesser things

Throughout the morning do I weave
A story on my mind’s tableau
Filled with a fantasist’s reprieve
From worldly winds that twist and blow

In afternoon, my inner eye
Wanders to distant, wondrous lands
Where heroes walk and dragons fly
Above some other shore’s bright sands

Alas that in the night, my mind,
So weary from the long day’s work,
Struggles in memory to find
The stories ‘mongst the tired murk