A measure of time,
which feels like trudging
thru thick sand
and tall reeds,
every step is treachery
and the whole sky wants to see you cry;
all you need
is that space of light
beyond your nose
that is not you
to show you a way
that is not your own
to a place where you have not been.
Before you go,
you must leave behind
all the muscle memories
of falls and scrapes,
visions of a broken past
that have kept you on a broken path,
and move forward
into the warmth
of the eerie dark.
... move forward into the warmth of the eerie dark ...
What makes this phrase memorable to me is the word "warmth" coupled with "eerie" , or rather, "eerie dark." I carry a good number of phrases that you wrote over the years in my head as I go through my days. Your lines mingle very well with those from, say, Whitman or Dickinson and so forth, whose lines also inhabit my head.