Spirits in the trees

Writing poems together is not to be anymore. The doors are now wide open for you to pass through will surely keep the score. Passing into eternity will be the cause in which you seek forever laughing at the peak you see in the distance. Replacing pages in which were two now and forever more we will carry you.

Higher and higher until the sickness inside disappears never to beckon and call for your soul anymore. They have taken you, you have allowed them to. Peace will it now be with you the sun is so bright now isn't it?  Elusive memories scurry past your concience allowed to see so much more than your nieghbor's daughter.

Distance traveled makes the journey seem long and unnerving tales of unfinished business consumes every last ounce of energy. Passing through weightlessness and rising above the pastures of complacency, you begin to realize that you are not alone. To finish this you say but what of the others that will come before you.

And after this will be some extremities of the heart and soul to which will find a break in the clouds for ever more to question and seek out the forces that hurt you are very real. The quest of the day is to stay and be counted amongst the best and brightest, never to shake off the pain only to strive for more.

This path and the path of so many others demonstrate the desires of on higher and lower all around this is to be found. When walking down that gravel road in the woods and looking at us in the bushes what do you see past the insecruities that bind you and thoughts lack persistence to all of mankind.

Finish this all now get ready for more of the same, constant prayers and questions are to blame. For however long you demand answers, the sun will shine and take the place of serenity past all mortal bounds. Entering the woods and the trail of the wooden footbridge, a burst of energy accompanies the flying over the obstacles of life.