Chamber and Seek

Forcing the push to happen in
this limited space in time.
I fell into the spell of the
wolf for lack of better sight.


Behind the pane of glass
You now play this little pantomime.
It's a prison you've created.

Can't you see this protection grow?
It needs breaking again, but do it slow.


I look to find you there,
pull you from that glass.
Pull you through this night.
Find you and pull you through;
Ensure you of yourself in flight.

You have forgotten in your struggle
and shut under command.

Your pleasures and your pains remiss.
Security paints your actions.
If only you could open this door
It would bring you back your senses.

But senses come and go quickly like heavy fogs.
You can keep them alive for a moment
and crush them in the next.



Born of bewitched ardor,
crying at a cold backdoor.
Like a black cat stepping gingerly.


The flight plan is a detour.
There's light in the confines revisited.
Looking within the hand gripped hand,
heroes washed in pain.

Our ebb and tide was seeking
that compromise in
our ability to engage.

Take care of these simple things
where we find connection.

Don't break the compass,
It is used for navigation you know.



© Sonja J. Johnston 01 Feb 2014