Courage?

I walked through the forest. Barefoot though I felt not twig nor stone. My eyes stayed closed, as you had said, "walk and see with your ears instead."
The swish of the leaves in the breeze. The call of the birds in the trees. None betrayed what lay before my feet. Still, I walked, blind, with that steady beat.
The rush of the wind reflected the flush on my cheeks. The beating wings echoed my own heart. And though my eyes were closed, I still could cry. Cry alone and no one heard but I. Left to ponder what it feels like to die. Still,
My feet keep pace.

prompt of Nov 23.2oo9

Ferris Wheel

It's been hard
Let's make a deal
Awhile we ride the Ferris Wheel
Our cabin's being jarred.


The ground beneath us
Gets deeper and deeper
As you and I go steeper and steeper
And someone is causing a ruckus.


The ride began
But slow and steady
Untouched. Perfect. Spoiled before ready.
Could not yet take a stand.


And the wind became colder
Your hairs dancing much wilder
Cuts across the cheek, my temper grew milder
But my actions were bolder.


It's been hard
Let's make a deal
Awhile we ride the Ferris Wheel
Tales of how we've been scarred.


I had the misfortune great
Of letting the walls of my cabin fall around me
Weakened by the growling wind, knew I'd never paid the fee
To board this ride so late.


And you had never loved the lights
Of green and blue and red
Twined around the Wheel of Dread
All those many lovely nights.


And I learned of the piercing cold
One felt without a shield
And you of what it's like to yield
Love a beauty but never you hold.


So then we reach the pinnacle
In a cabin with no walls
Wind swallows up our pleading calls
I am less naïve and you- somehow- less cynical.


It's been hard
Let's make a deal
Awhile we ride the Ferris Wheel
What it's like to be on guard.


The cabin is heading back again
And we lean forward and imagine we'd fall
Perhaps wishful thinking, our grips tighten after all
Our bodies may falter but our souls transcend.


The beatings begin to lessen
And the frame of my cabin creaks only a little
And in the silence we find the metal riddled
And we prepare to let the rest in.


We are no longer at the top
But still a cold whisper turns my insides hollow
Like the frame of the cabin, the truth's hard to swallow
For now, we know the ride will stop.


It's been hard
Let's make a deal
Awhile we ride the Ferris Wheel
A cabin's single shard.

Sunday Night

I want to write

But what have I to say?

It's all been said before.