footsteps (II)

 

 

the familiar clapping
of bats’ wings cloud my eyes.

i’ve been here before.

hoofprints in the snow,
from whence i have come.

i’ve been here before.

sorrow’s bitter twang
does not sound here,
because,
you see,
my friend,
I’ve been down this road,
before.

fear rules a tender heart,
but a fierce one,
oh!
fear fears to touch that spark.

love can only grow,

with,
or
without,

love can only grow.

i’ve been down this road before
without compass, or guide.
i strut down this road today
with nothing left to lose.
i roll down this road alone
for only i know the way.