Of Paths Untraveled. . .

Of paths untraveled

Of roads uncovered

The pale looming shadows of sky and clouds

And nothingness that’s left

Left of the earth, the world and me

And so the desert plains

Of moons

Of the darkened, eclipsed sun

Beyond the abyss- and edge of the world (sanity)

And abyss is where I live

Of lost memories

Of roads untraveled

Of paths uncrossed

A deep, fleeting lullaby heard in the sky

The echoes and sounds of nothingness pain and tear

Mountains that kisses the clouds

Seas that never dried- with water, so clear

Of trees, of wages of war

I’ve walked through the soil

The land of eternal turmoil

I’ve bathed in the sun

I’ve sat through the glittering nights

The stars guiding to the place where I’ve lost myself

A traveler through time, space and insanity

I’ve traveled beyond the realms of chaos

I’ve talked to the gods or was it me?

I’ve danced with the witches and demons

Here at the edge of the world

Beyond fire, ice and sparks

And am alive. . .