Follow your dreams
Through rickety paths
Of cobbled stones
And rotting bark
And breathe the air
Of slighted souls
Who whisper thoughts
Of slight cajole.
You’ll come upon
A twisted tree
That smells like apple
And poisoned tea
And that is where
You’ll rest awhile
After the walk
Of seven miles.
The singing birds
Above the sky
Do speak up
Of great things nigh.
They’ll urge you ’long
The beaten track
And don’t you halt
And don’t look back.
Follow your dreams
Through cranny and crack
Of ancient mountains’
Broadened backs
Through cloaks of green
’pon moist, brown earth
And hear Night cackle
In all her mirth.
A snake-like stream
Will bar the way
And on its shores
A fractured ray
That does illuminate
A sturdy rock;
A place to rest
And think of lost.
’Twill dry up
And humour the shade
That casts her shadows
When light does fade
A shrivelled skin
Is all that’s left
Of once a great
Snake’s watery breadth.
Follow your dreams
And let them show
The truth to those
Who do not know:
Dreams aren’t to guide
But simply show
A way that may
Break the bones
But also it may
Guide you home.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
