My mind doesn't ramble like it used too.
The words stick
in my head as if glued.

I found that I neglected, the joker and the soldier,
and so they huddled,
frightened atop the infinite plateau as the
red fire griffith scorched the earth about.
Until I came and soothed him. Until he purred
like a happy kitten. And I put out the flames,
though the volcano still smolders. Perhaps
that is where the griffith came from.

The volcano moves off into the distance,
drifting away like an island in the sea
as the cruise ships sails by and over
the curving oceans.

And  so we sit to dine on the plateau,
made of dark cracked earth. They tell me that one should
never leave their soul behind.

not so lost

I thought it would be me,
who found myself adrift one day

but I was wrong, it
was someone else that found me.

traveled mind

My tounge parched, my heart beating,
my mind racing to a hopefully wrong conclusion.

The days taken over by a repeating question.
A yearning desire to relax, calm, collected,
freedom.

About life

mainly mine, winds nostalgically
down a trodden dirt path, one with tree
branches arching over. Some with
winters first snow, and others with
green leaves blowing in the wind.

It curves ahead to the right and up,
out of view. I glance back, my shallow
footsteps have traced out the path I've travelled.
There is a small notch in the wood of a birch tree, a
brown furry chipmunk scrambles out and up to the branches.

And
I turn onwards.