Tag: forest
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Bell Witch
Walk softly where she goes ahead in search of deeper shadows Whisper only of what cannot be known— the sky above cries for lost days and the forest grows close around the home of darkness She walks among these trees on paths unseen to ancient song with many voices of wind and rain spelling out…
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Don’t Leave Me
Her own anger had begun to surface. Did he think this was a joke? He turned to face her, and the breath was driven from her lungs when she looked at him.
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Waking
This bitter cup reminds me of what waits— dissolution at the far off edges where things fall apart…
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Industrial
Dim are the moving shadows in these trees— somehow ominous the way the light glares, like a world cut of darkness…
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The Fruiting Tree
This that fell from the stars— new poison in the reservoirs drawing our eyes up and away on walkabouts to find the fruiting tree…
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Empty Eyes
My hands touched the face of a thing made clean baptized in blood and wine when no one could tell the difference…
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Beneath Tall Pines
At the edge of a meadow beneath tall pines I saw a shadow making its way to Zion leading the blind across broken bridges…
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City Lights
City lights out to the freefall edge down to the blackwater and an eternity of silence wandering across the salted fields and planting seeds with high hopes for the harvest…
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Come Wander
Come wander with the cursed and broken through this realm of woodland music where melodies wind along paths to a ritual center…
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Where I Left My Heart
I left my heart drying in the setting sun Out on the side of the road to you And kept right on walking into the night that lay ahead Humming a song whose words I’d forgotten…
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Altar to the Iron Sky
The birdsong above tells me I’ve walked this road before Shadows lay across it in bands of night and day Passing over me, each step a new twilight But nothing is familiar in the trees ahead…
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Path Through Wild Thickets
Tread the path through wild thickets Overgrown with the remnants of legend Once made flesh, now to dust returned Fear not the shadows stirring in this place…
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Down to the River
Mist off the surface of the river is a cloak Over the backs of we who walk among the trees Joy is our song this day of glory Light and darkness dance together as one…
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The Path That Wasn’t There
I crawled along the face of the Earth Looked down and saw stars beneath my feet Over a distance I’ve crossed a thousand times.
Mitchel David Ring 