MichaelEmeryArt

My Writings 2

"Movement",..............got detected by a sound,,,,yet sight arrived before,....and they did look back,.......run from the unknown,........cant take a chance,.....to the river we must run,,run .......the unknown seeks us,.....jump in and swim to the far shore,............and if the current should carry to far,......let us meet up in a dream,......by the sound now,.....they come through the woods,....dark,......so must flew,........the leaves tell us of their approaching scheme,......and at night,.....sound becomes the only movement there is,......so pronounced in the still,.........touch compares it self to the all,.....nothing left to depend upon,.....louder tells,...then wonder sets in,.......what moves towards,.........and is it hindered as much as me,......by my lack of ability,........to see,.........so if I can not comprehend how can I judge,.........yet can I wait to encounter this fear,.......blindly running at it,........blind,.........not good,.......so will follow a path I know,..........and wonder what it was,.......yet make no judgement,.........cant assume,.........would cloud my sight of the path I must run tonight,........so I will make my own sound,.......sound out,.....that will not be caught,...........gotta move,.....and it aint,...........easy to say goodbye,...................By Michael S.Emery