come away with me,
across this sea of green
where we can be ourselves,
surrendering to our love
time will lose its bite,
and skin its wrinkles
here among the bird song and leaves,
we will dance as radiant sunlight
always in this paradise will we sing,
our voices ever ululating with joy
across this sea of green,
come away with me
Come hither and enter this realm of mine,
Where no one grows past their prime.
Seek ye peace divine,
Upon this earth so far behind.
Touch my hand and trace a line,
From deepest regret to treasure sublime.
Let’s cross this bridge of tree and rhyme,
And forget the bonds of time.
Lift up thine head and brow so fine,
And walk a way from this mortal climb.
‘Tis eternity you seek so saccharine,
Then come and enter this realm of mine.
Welcome to the Story Game!
Welcome to the Story Game!
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Young do I feel in this wide open world.
What storms come my way, I bravely stand, stick sword in hand.
These storms cannot tarnish my sleeves of courage.
A heart of brazen gold do I best within my small chest.
I am untouchable, I scream out to the darkening clouds.
Here we sit upon this fence,
Waiting for it to all make sense.
Some have since picked a side,
Slipping down that treacherous slide.
Wait will we the chosen free,
For death to choose our lives to be.
Once more we danced round fires so deep,
Laying down our spells to reap.
With scuffled claws and lean fresh meat,
Our words you’ll never soon repeat.
I’m here, where the sidewalk ends.
Only broken stones and tossing weeds before my feet.
We stand together, waiting.
For our train to come?
But we were going somewhere.
We had something to do.
Expectations are wanting to be met.
Please, the road can’t end here in a pile of rubble.
I need to go on.
But we wait, where the sidewalk ends.
Green upon our lips,
Grow delicate upon uplifted brows.
Comfort me in the warmth of your texture,
As shoots spring forth.
Hold one another beneath the sun,
And laugh out to bird song.
Free are we,
As the tendrils of Spring.
I stepped quickly back towards the door, just noticing the room’s single occupant. He stared back with red rimmed eyes. A tissue clutched in one hand.
I shouldn’t be here, in this place of mourning. He shouldn’t have to be disturbed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s okay he says, voice gruff with emotion, “ I was leaving anyway.”
He’s young, about my age. Face line with worry and fatigue.
I feel riveted to the spot, unable to leave or stay.
He stands up awkwardly and moves towards the door walking with feet of led.
I hold the door open as he passes. He nods as fresh tears run down his face, and I almost taste his sadness.
I want to speak, I want to reach out. But all I can do is stay.
Hide behind your hands so small,
Giggle in the stillness.
Waiting with some secret small,
To whisper in my ear.
Sneak away upon your feet,
So much bigger than I remember.
Let your mark upon my heart,
And every apple we own.