Monday, February 4, 2013

Duir Way

This door to the west
Might leave me refreshed
Or dead in my tracks
If wisdom attacks
In form of the serpent
Before I repent
But to just walk this ley line
I would lay my all on the line
And believe it all for the best
To seek this sweet rest
And be reborn not in the future
But in the past
Having come the full circle
At last.