Thoughts That Shine No Torch for Tomorrow

(Written For All Those On Dylan’s “Speechless Seeking Trails” ** )

LEAVES LITTER THE WAY OF THE WOODLAND PATH,
SILENCE IS HUNG LIKE A COBWEB
IN THE THICKENING TWILIGHT,
OVERHEAD BIRDS SING
LIKE A PERFECTLY ORDERED CHOIR,
AND LEAF MOULD LAUGHS
AS I SLIP AND SLIDE MY WAY…..

TO THE GARDEN OF WILD HAPHAZARD FREEDOM
I YEARN TO GO,
TO SEEK AND FIND IN NATURE’S CHAOS.

THERE IS A WORLD OF THINGS I HAVE NEVER DONE,
AND ONE IS TO THINK WITH PURE UNINHIBITED MIND,
A MIND THAT THE THOUGHT POLICE CANNOT INVADE
LIKE AN INJECTED DRUG IN MY BONES,
WHO HAS KNOWN THAT PLACE?

A PLACE WITH ALL FEAR SWEPT AWAY,
WHERE WORDS MEAN WHAT THEY SAY.

AND AS THE TWILIGHT NOW TURNS TO DARK,
STRANGELY, I CAN SEE A WAY AHEAD,
WHERE DARKNESS AND LIGHT PLAY TOGETHER,
LIKE CHILDREN ON HOLIDAY.

* Bob Dylan: ‘Chimes of Freedom’

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