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Be careful in the great outdoors |
Wilderness Out there in the wilderness, the badlands beckon, call, to drown, belay, bewilder us, through winter, spring and fall Through the summer, laid out slow, easy on the plains So vulnerable in shade set low, so vulnerable 'tween flames In cycles endless turning, crossed 'tween darkness and the light Our guilty pleasures burning, lost in fires, spent at night As hungry eyes encroach the camp afraid to broach the flames Glistening like oil lamps, burning through their pain Blazing brightly through their hunger, … desire in their gaze Different rules when they were younger, different fools for different days With eyes and heart wide open, still shrouded in the night A time such things are spoken, … when the timing feels right The dark in parts, absorbs it, the anxiousness, the doubt In daylight, awkward orbits, nocturnal, we run out Underneath a velvet sky that rolls in from the east On our backs, on grass, we lie, a prayer to hungry beasts To see beyond the fire's glare, to see it for it's warmth Warmth that we would gladly share, flames lapping back and forth An invite to such beasts laid low, deprived a kindred touch Reaping off the seeds we sow, some crops we yearn too much Desire is its own worst foe, with eyes green, yellow... red We lay in wake, in shadows, low, we wait for night to bed To bed down in a meadow blessed, a fire at our feet An invite for the acquiesced, a warning in the heat A warming call to see it all with caution on the wind To see beyond the veil's thrall to dance in flames undimmed A dark horse in a darker night, the pale rider seen Two halves there, but not in sight, except for those who dream Dream of racing through the woods, fleet fast cross forest floors, as wolves vacate, the likelihood, worn, weary... wanting more Through the trees on maiden wends, with knights close at our backs Pursued, renewed, the games they blend, breaking through the black Entering the clearing, a flurry on the breeze A wind mutually fearing, the wind chimes that it sees Rustling in a summer breeze, the wind bells peel fair A sound to put a soul at ease, in summer light, laid bare Where good ground bare, bewilders us through winter, spring and fall Out there in the wilderness, ...the badlands beckon, call |