A New Path
When dark the night falls o’er my face
‘tis then that I will see,
for by the curving smile of Phoebe
shall my path be free.
And when I’ve traversed high the peak
I sought for years to know,
I’ll sit upon said apogee
‘til morning’s light doth glow.
Indwelling there with marmot, elk
and wisely bighorn sheep
between the cloven brink of man
and his divinity.
Yea there the veil is thin and such
to put aside will I
the remnants of a lowly fear
and peaceful want abide.
Hush, hush now child weep not thy eyes
and still thy heart’s sad beat
for unto thee is giv’n this day
a new path for thy feet.
ky li
8.11.15/10:01pm
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