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As I walked among the treaded path, the one used by all,
I saw how light the clouds become after letting their rain fall,
And I thought to myself, 'How great a feeling that must be!'
And I heaved the deepest sigh, for that feeling wouldn't find me,
I hung my head and folded my hands, continuing on my weary way,
But as I walked I thought about all that had occured that day;
First he was there, beside my bed, smiling at me with a radiant face,
Then I rubbed my eyes and when again I looked, he had been taken away.
I had risen and gone about my day, hoping I could sleep again real soon,
When another rather peculiar thing happened to me at noon;
The light of the sun had disappeared, replaced with the darkest clouds,
And the shadows that were painted on the street, came alive and surrounded me.
A voice as smooth as silk, no, as smooth as velvet, spoke from within,
And at the sound I began to cry, for it wasn't the voice from him,
No, it was the voice of some woman, a lady of the sky,
And as she spoke a feather of black floated down onto my thigh,
"Take thee this feather, " she said to me," and with it, thou shalt find
That there in the subtle trees, you've left it all behind.
Thine own spirit, nay, thine own soul!
It dwindles like a whisp of smoke escaping from the coals.
Thou hath forgotten it, on the back of a great bird,
But I say to thee that thou can save it, if thou can find the proper word."
I snapped myself back to time, still treading down the path,
And I realized that in my hand, the feather I still had.
I raced down the path and off the side, into the towering trees,
And I called out, with all my heart, for the greatest part of me.
And I found it there, among the trees, nustled into the great bird's wing,
I knelt down on my shaking knees, and bowed down before the thing.
"Great beast," i said," I realize what you have asked of me,
And i've come to take back my soul, with this one big word: Please!"
And the Great Bird smiled its beaky smile, and raised its great big wings,
It flew away and my soul came down, as if by puppet's strings.
I embraced myself, and held my soul, allowing us to become one,
For I realized that the darkness within the trees had nearly taken me, and it almost won.
Never again.