haunt

within the riffs of a poem stretching its wings taking flight I heard your haunting call
I knew you reach great heights with your art
I felt imbued with your need to be understood so I rose with you
connecting with the like minds you rose to meet
solemn thoughts collected as one expressing meaning to the greater knowledge

opening a great doorway to the ancient tomes
I stood silently in the grey corridor wondering if I was invited in
the abyss yawn and move slowly as a mist
saying please check your doubts at the door and enter
you too have something to add

an immortal keeping record of the journey
turning in the energies
leave your life print in the book of visions

please child of wind and earth
tell me what you see looking into the void
and I answer shyly a part of me I am yet to know
secreting in the shadows are the darker aspects of being
the heavy thought I wish to write down with the hope of understanding them later