Unknown Journey

In the misty morning I walk

Dispelling the damp shadows

My steps echo off brain textured brick

While ghosts of past children drip from the moss

And slip their white fingers into the folds of my coat

Seeking the warmth of my fever

My thoughts run before me

Warding off jesters and fools

Disguised as juggling ruminations and random decisiveness

While my memories scream in agony

As they are dragged behind me

Across the graveled barrows path

While I debate whether this is an attempt at escape

Or a blind stumble into surrender

As I labor to ignore the vision through the broken fog

Of an open door as I pass

Where I witness a florist inhaling live roses from one hand

While a cat eats a dead rat from his other

O cover me cloud

Weave a bough above me Oak tree

And conceal me awhile longer

Upon this unknown journey

Because surely Sol will show his face soon

And point the way for the hand of fate

To place upon my brow

The helm of his choosing