Walking Through the Woods of Words
by cricketjeff on January 11, 2020. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I followed a dream through a forest of stories,
Down paths made of volumes of words not yet read.
New heroes were living through ages-old glories
While notions unborn raised their mouths to be fed.
And deep in the forest glowed lamps washing darkness
From minds that had strayed into shadows and mists.
I searched for the pages of eloquent starkness
Where poetry springs from the litter of lists.
One day I’ll discover a way to the ending
A fork in the path to a spot of my own
Where words fall like water and phrases start blending
Constructing the writings my dreamscapes have shown.
Perhaps we will meet on this path to tomorrow
Perhaps we will find there are clearing to share
And maybe we’ll find trees of laughter and sorrow
Too rich or too haunted for lone minds to bear.
For deep in this forest all tales will be told
And one line of verse can be worth more than gold …
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