Cerulean Odyssey One, 9-12

9 sometimes I see her near sometimes I feel her clear deep inside my heart ache rest a while my smouldering embers on her moss green shoulders the city dwelling surely not that far away I hear a distant drum beat rushing bloodlines flowing rapids grand in veins of buttermilk rejection breast I began my epic journey orange crate my early bed shelter from pagan bombs glass walls my domain dot com a public address do not forsake me lord 10 unfamiliar signposts ridicule discipline lists to do sandy rivers without bottom water falls in endless pain healed by some times laughter her medicine forgiving creation as she groans longing for my footsteps forward backward forward three ahead two behind one more step for mankind 11 humble alpine meadows cold snowpack coming warning of long sleepless nights if I tarry aimless hope afraid of morning be bold be strong and be transparent cry the voices in my head pack my back with cream filled donuts six pack coffee carry out slow the rushing memories affections cold and grey rain begins a timeless chorus galleries of disappointment greet me at the door 12 I have a voice crying in the broken wilderness charred remains of ancient cultures crowd the twisted highway without reservations smoke drifts down lazy words seldom heard anymore call the forest to attention north bound slow south bound speeding through the cemetery of peace among shattered tombstones yesteryear now rests in pieces buried in the ruins of children their voice maternal whisper ears to hear more fears my cry a pounding rhythm