Tears Of The Rose

Lost Path

Ferns hide and leaves disguise
Disused dirt and scattered twigs
Trees tower in a great arch over
The unnoticeable beginning
What was once a path, only
It is now lost

The lost path beckons
For me to get lost in its depths
Dark shadows flitting from it's corners
Where fragments of light dances
Threaded through the flimsy membrane
Of branches, catching the last shard
Of sunset, illuminating and enrapturing
Me

I am entranced
What trickery, what magic is this
I am lured and enticed to explore
Old ruins, the past of
What was once a path, only
It is still lost

Underfoot, I sense the presence of cold
Cement and granite still lying, hiding
Beneath a carpet of leaves and staffs
Of withered oak where the kings of past
Have long laid their burdens to rest
Where still, the silver-haired ramble
The silver in their hair glinting
Almost blinding, almost golden crowns;
Where now, the black-haired young
Race, not on the path of their ancestors
But onto the mossy edges so slippery
And forests so treacherous
And jungles so full of hidden dangers
Hiding in plain sight and waiting
Beside the dandelion fields so fair
Under the glass sky so fragile

Dream of it I dare
Dreamt of it I dare proclaim
Dreaming still, my soul lost
So lost in the dream, is it not
What was once a path, only
It is still lost to me

Under violet skies I roam
Lamps casting light and shadows
Gray carpet of cement dwarfing
Alongside trimmed grass short
I walk, delving from luminance
To darkness, then to light, and back
Into night, and around me I glimpse
Fleeting silhouettes wandering too
Except these tread off the solid path
Daring to forge their own paths
Running wild, racing free like wolfs
Untamed is their nature and ambitious
To establish their own pack, their clan
Alpha of All, All for Alpha
But.
Still I stray on the path of old
Solid stone my feet have rooted themselves to
Lingering leaves my hand grasps onto
Sweet nostalgia my soul clings to
As I walk down the path I have chosen

O what a beauty, what a sight
O what a lovely blossom bloom
Carnations and roses pale
To see such a treasure trove
Only I see it so clear now,
O what lush wilderness, what a beast
O what kings longs for, serenity so quiet
O what a path, sight to behold!

At last in clear vision I beheld
Path, I see now, streching beyond
Miles upon miles of endless strife
I walk and run and jump and fly
What was once a path, only
I have found what was lost;
No longer will the path be lost
To me.