On the Higher Trail - Places

Places__________________

There are Places in Space, remembering

Yes, they curiously draw me

Way out past Times, folding, into far hinterlands

Where these better Places lie, patiently awaiting me

With latent skills to use there, right handy, though damned.

Smiting Evil forms where ever they’re found

Freeing those trapped, through their own follies grand.

Such are the Worlds, one through travels long

Sweeping them into balance, wherever one can.

To cover farthest distances, Sun to Suns unending

Future secure and well taken in hand.

Or to dive in, swim shore to shore, within deepest oceans

Alone or on the backs, of seafaring friends.

Then to scan many Worlds, from each, their highest Mountains

Knowing secret gates open, at my simplest, one word command.

There to find so many living, that strange… nodding do know me

Though my memory remains short, still, as friends we do stand.

And between these seams of way high, and deep low

Do mysteries frolic, with all Life well… there in my hand.

As also appears deep highs and way lows

Each meeting the other on the Ouroboros strand.

Balance showing its wisdom’s, managed living the Lands

Remaining the playground for Life, on sifting Time’s sands.

Even brown paper boxes, tied in sweet ribbons

Offer surprises for those coming up, quite unawares

Surprised trail offerings, left by wise old gray sentinels

Or Spirits that guide announcing, ‘Unwrap, we were here’.

Oh, what would this package contain, offerings for future?

Or gaudy present to wear, I am part of you all

Or nothing but a laugh, a giggle in joining

Remembering to chuckle at the folly that calls.

For always do the owls, in softest nights call lowly

Awake, ‘who’ goes there, sounds their warning call.

It’s time to listen, hear near-silent trumpets

Do responsive work, heed you Up! Before we all fall.

And so too, do forests in Silence shout aloud

Awake, for soon dangerous stranger’s approach.

No noisy beasts riding, no fluttering kind arousal's

Bats alone hasten, to spread news of encroach.

No furtive need needed then, as the strangers come howling

Or us to them risen, as we will with daring do.

And all does as Time passes, with storied Places then behind me

Played I part as needed… End! Then to start fresh again... new.