In this wilderness hour

In this wilderness hour Imagine your mind in this place Let it echo in your skull Let it chisel its way through worries to calmness Let it fasten onto your bones and sinew Carry you through the night Rip you from your mind Set you on a wayward flight In darkness IMAGINE …whispers of night talkers talking to you And listen up good fellow Know in those words are more than hollow truths Go where they may lead you Go from your cold tent into the night breathing like some great beast Let the sweet, sour fragrance wash over you Of dead and dying flowers, of life gone by this summer’s bright hour Of the beginnings of fall and the awakened night’s calls Let them wrestle you from your worries beating in your ears Like sweet apple pie you gobble up those fears A rustled bush A shadow cast with a ghoulish mask A tree forming and reforming into a million shapes A waving branch like evil spirits flying capes A faraway sound a creature sure to smite you But nothing but the night Nothing but its wisdom in the air to delight Under stars IMAGINE …yourself encased beneath this open sky A man with eyes as big as saucer cups, fascinated by The face of Universe The face of everything The face you forgot about, only now remembered In arms of nature IMAGINE …warm wind mixed with cold that does not shelter you from time sweeping swiftly by or the gentle night you hungered for that brought you out of shelter to see and know that curiosity is a blessing, like a seed grown into a flower something you didn't realize as beautiful until you witnessed it with your own eyes the buzzing, bountiful petri dish of life you slumbered in the peeking, leering eyes a blooming rose, grey in the moonlight In this wilderness hour IMAGINE …a dawning sun's gritty eyes awakening above valley fog to shead light and morning like a broom sweeping hillside and lakeshore, city building and muddied moor sweeping glacier carvings of hip and thigh of natures form and body Sweeping sleeping boulders some giant must've cast into forest and lake, valley and stream seemingly everywhere this sun swept across meadows, rivers, forests across everything you have yet to know In the hours and hours still to come left to imagine…