No. 16 The Wind in the Willows
A poem that definitely pays homage to the legendary series of stories I grew up on. Like if you get it.
All the willows are weeping this cold winter morning
As I shamble and ramble along
The world is still sleeping despite all the breaking
As my heart and my life come undone
The chill of the wind bites into my soul
I don't know where to go
Excepts towards you
And I know that you're here and you're holding my heart
As I lift up this weary song on this lonely road
The chill of the wind bites into my soul
I don't know where to go
Excepts towards you
The love that you ask of me is love that you give me
You view me as a son
I don't know
What am I getting into?
With reckless love
It's splitting my world in two
Who are you?
You're the way
And you show me how to live
Truth
Never failing to forgive
Life
And you're so much bigger than this
Than this
Than this
The way
Showing me how to live
Truth
Always you forgive
Life
So much bigger than any of this
Any of this
You are the light of the world and of heaven
That much I have known
But I'm the light of the world
A light meant to be shown
I will go
About the Creator
alan pierce
Recently I published my first novel, The Burning Ones, a sword-and-sorcery-and-cyborg adventure balancing the youthful angst of a coming-of-age story with the realities of a world plagued by war.
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