Master of Misery

Brother owl, lead me to the grove,
Where the timbers whisper,
Mighty and bold.

Sister deer, guide me to the meadow,
As we listen for any danger,
Within oasis.

Majestic serpent,
Follow me to these places.
Where we both lay wrapped up coiled.
Hesitant in our peace.

Where the reeds nip at my ankles.
And the pebbles under water smile at my feet.

Lay down the axe,
Before it severs what little i have left.
The moth rests next to net,
I'm glad it missed.

What shall be made of these lands?
How distant will we become from expanse?
How shall we become so very lost?...
...in the pages of a book.

Just to sit subtly with the sounds of a brook.
Still enough so that the birds may erupt.
And chime out the blessing of unwanted silence.
A needed dream come truth.

But as of now, all i have are these sacred thoughts.
Of longing-
To be back amongst my trees.
A journey riddled in thorns that i may never again see.

Broken down.
A master of misery.
Each piece laid out on it's own,
For reassembly.

Grandmother hummingbird,
Show me a path,
That leads to simply comfort.
It's all I'll ask.