as i peer through theses stalks of corn
into the berries so sweet,
i can see the hens which dream
to fly out of South Road.
on the northwest side of these hills
i yearn to be in that farm so small and fine,
which still lives in my heart
with aspirations from the days before.
through this corn i can see the willow
weeping with tremors of family life,
and points me to the forest, in dreams
of the love and victories of my foes.
these Dragons and Goblins i triumph
with my hairless hands so callused in dirt
yet all brings my loss each day
with the sun setting just forcing me home.
home, even darker than the silk of night,
which every youthful demon hides,
yet this thing which gives me life
now yearns all tortures with it.
but even my dreams are in this bitter acre of land
for it gets me to promise never to leave.
and with that oath i see men come
to chop each tree that my loving foe cowers in.
and with the falling of each tree
the hair of my hand slowly thickens,
leaving childhood dreams only to thin,
Which strengthens the tide that shipped me away.
in this sea of rock and dirt
i’m hid away in years to come.
each second seemingly takes forever,
for much happens when i think back.
each second takes forever and the days
go by with a blink, as i’m flown back home.
yet where is home? i can’t see it here.
i’m on the Northwest side, but not South Road.
So with my heart’s lazy desires, against all will
lie here to dream of what i had.
to all the ends the memories are cluttered with pain,
yet i even enjoy these dwelling thoughts.
but if i look back through those stalks of corn
i can see that dream i lived so full,
and i daresay not all was hell, but even joy,
for i wish i was on the Northwest side on South Road.
more poetry and essays at the link below:
