The Eye

19 January, 2010 at 11:27 (Uncategorized)

We are in it’s eye,
the choice that swirls outside
and I am begging that
Captain Oates not step in.
I can see a path that is no path
and the Trickster starts to grin.
Lies can only take you so far
Isn’t it more fun to tell the truth
the glint of teeth in the night
the shine of a blade is never so pretty
as the sting of what is right
the bard called more than he knew
down into this well of calm.
The leaves swirl all outside,
not yet, not yet
until the rain falls
and the storm breaks
we are in the eye.

Each voice a single voice
Each choice a single choice
and nothing unified
but the future holds
a way out of the eye.