had these walls been made of stone
\nif\u00c2\u00a0these windows were opaque
\nor the drapes were wrought of iron
\nthis might not have found me<\/p>\n
but the sound; the breath
\na calmly spoken\u00c2\u00a0word\u00c2\u00a0unknown
\ndrawing me forth
\nlike a moth to the flame<\/p>\n
walking through; rained upon
\npausing to understand the past
\nshall tempting the unknown
\never become a reality<\/p>\n
tired eyes close
\nweak arms sway
\nspent legs buckle
\ndo I slumber<\/p>\n
a weary step falls out of place
\nand startles\u00c2\u00a0this agreement
\nfrom the comfort of its den
\nwhile the fog woefully lifts<\/p>\n
who told me to walk here
\nmuch time has passed
\nwhy do I pause here
\nas\u00c2\u00a0wind warms my face<\/p>\n
in the woods
\nnear an unending path
\nthat went in a small circle
\nI stand<\/p>\n
to turn around and see
\nthese invisible chains
\nand watch as they dissolve
\nin rain which slowly ends<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
had these walls been made of stone if\u00c2\u00a0these windows were opaque or the drapes were wrought of iron this might not have found me but the sound; the breath a calmly spoken\u00c2\u00a0word\u00c2\u00a0unknown drawing me forth like a moth to the flame walking through; rained upon pausing to understand the past shall tempting the unknown ever … <\/p>\n