Wondrous

In the wildest clasping of that snare

Where frightful dreams crop up unaware

When many fears crowd the mind

As falsities become Truth and rescind

All panic as I know it, clinging to me,

Is this a joke by the heavens upon me?

Grey clouds shroud the morning skies

And I look for a ray of hope on the sly,

I wish my painful trepidations would now cease

But I haven't known better, can't you see

The drops marring my eyes, the pale pallour

Of my hide, the dust gathering with vigour?

Can't you see that I do solely shiver?

At times like this when the heart has hardened

And the soft gaze has tired,

And worries of all sorts have gathered

To nest upon my nerves on a fire,

Would you please raise out your hand

And kindle the flame again so I can

Not feel so lost, feel so wan

And feel moist and warm again?

The road is one for now

But onward there are many forks,

And I'll join you on the high road

To laugh at this heaven's pleasant joke.

I haven't got the gift to see beyond

But I can prophesy well and sound

And I seek to know if we match step for step

Or whether I must dance to tunes now adept.

And in the hot raging winds of the night

I summon all my power and wits and might

Just to again ablaze the tinder

For those wondrous memories of wonder.