Following

Image credit: woodland path

Image credit: woodland path

Following the crooked road you yet mis-stepped
you fell into this other world
A ragged, wretched, silent girl
you fell

Following the signs in language you can’t read
you’re lost within this reverie
You cannot know what to believe
you’re lost

Following the rabbit down the greying glen
you pray but all the gods are gone
Not even stars to wish upon
you pray

Following your instincts you may find
you sleep and in your fevered dreams
a passage finds you far up-stream
you sleep

Following sprites that dance and gyrate
your home is but a dying prayer
but look, before you, what is there?
Your home

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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