NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

 

 

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

 

This is not the yellow brick road

leading to fantasies.

This is the road

determined by your choices.

You must chart its course

and deal with the twists and turns.

A ride of a lifetime

to be dealt with wisely.

THE JOURNEY

 

 

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.

 

 

 

 

AN ELECTRIC STORM

 

 

Let’s scale the heights.

Be careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.