Colder

Blind Man's Bluff  11/4/2013

A ring of fire

Is a rare thing to see

But a long and dark winter

Is always

Dead, dormant and gray.

Fall is a silent hush

Before the frost comes

But this year

There is a lot more to think about

And remember. 

All hope is frozen

If you cannot tell the truth

And if the truth is forbidden

Then you are not free at all.

All of this we worked for

And all of this we gleaned

Will never be enough

To feed the soul. 

Bitter cold is the darkness

When we have swallowed our dreams

Confining ourselves inside

Only to whisper

What we know. 

Only to the most trusted ears

Is the truth ever told

But never ever to a stranger

Or to the ones

Who should know.

Who will warn the innocent

Of what waits in the trees

Hidden in the hedges

And gnashing his teeth.

It’s time to tell the kids

And it’s time to tell the truth

Because time waits for no one

And it won’t wait for us. 

If no one speaks

Then no one will know

That it’s foolish to wander in a blizzard

And folly to follow the dumb.

Let others stampede

The choice is theirs to make

But a wise man should be careful

Lest he run off a cliff.