Ghost gums
reach towards the stars, allured by their mystical powers.
Their
spider-like limbs twist and grab at the gleaming sparks, keeping
their feet
planted firmly on the earth.
I wander
cautiously between their bodies…
A single,
golden light brings illumination to my path
where thick,
black brush strokes
threaten to
cover and deceive the road’s guiding stones.
But I keep my
eyes above –
the glinting
jewels lift my courage and brighten my thoughts.
They weave
their own invisible paths through
the ominous
cloak of the night sky.
So I follow
their paths,
averting my
gaze from the foreboding shadows
that want to
grab at my arms and legs.
I can’t let
their plans be fulfilled
for it would
mean my doom.
As I near my
destination,
my heart
begins to lessen its pace,
bringing ease
back to my mind.
I am within
reach of comfort,
safety,
rest.
Home.
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