Prologue:
Once again
We meet again
Far too many times.
So familiar with trying.
Oh, so little times.
No proof of my effort,
No sign of success.
I wonder.
What will I be,
When the wind takes me away?
I don't see much anymore,
Only the failures.
One by one I count,
And count evermore.
Where do I begin to start?
When I move, I'm stagnant.
What ever I build falls apart.
I try to progress, but I can't yet.
Ch.1: A Journey's End
When the river runs dry,
Where will I,
Get my drink,
From which I'll survive?
My will through struggle
Will pass through
The clouded peak
I know it is true.
I will attempt-
My ascent,
To the rivers source.
So, I plan my course,
And begin my journey's end
Ch.2: The Base
So, I see
The growing trees
Bearing near the base
I start my hike
I hope I might-
Be back before my chase
The mountain top
Gleams in the distance
But within its reach
I believe I will be
The crunch of leaves
Beneath my feet
The wondering eyes
Which the forest keeps
The fauna's land
To which I invade
This home of many
But I take my blade
And supply myself for what I need
The higher I climb
My legs become tired
The sun retires
I start a fire
And the night lives on.
Dream 1: Life
The roaring flame
From which the life
Gathers to dance around
The movements sprung with joy
They sing their lively sounds
For who am I to intrude,
An outsider.
As I try to make my leave
The wild and joyous fauna
See and decide not to let me be
They pull me in
Despite what I've done
And am welcomed as kin,
This fire brings in the warmth of the sun
Seeing all in the sprout of life
And knowing that I will have to take
But now for this balance
I will not mistake
The weight of thy kind.
Ch.3: A Start For Struggle
I wake from the slumbering night
But when awaking, hath I lost sight?
The cold air keeps my eyes shut
There is a hard pain but,
I pry them open
To continue my struggle
Reaching near the end of of my beginning
The air runs with a chill
But I will still continue my continuing.
Ch.4: Cold Front
A chilling shake
Running through me
A freezing ache
Aching in my knees
My march
Continuing higher
I only ponder at my actions
The flora fades away
But the trees stay
The struggle for life precedes the land
Ch.5: My Warning
As the chilling night runs deep
I try to think of how to sleep
I dig my burrow
Through the solid snow
For which I will rest
This is, my best.
I lay my head
On this bed
From which nature has bestowed
But will I regret this I wonder if it this I have
stole
I worry yet I slumber.
