Beneath The Ol' Oak Tree
Featuring Truth & Lost Soul
Vicariously zooming in and out
through the vision of a hawk.
As I hunt for the answers
to every problem I've never solved.
Migrated within the shade
as the breeze brushes my nerves.
Alone among the living,
or maybe just deserted by the herd.
Collecting my own omerta,
dissecting every opinion I've had.
Watching the entire field
like it's the only hope I'll ever have.
There's peace among the branches
Of a deep-rooted haven.
This welcoming place provides
A station for my melancholy.
I once searched for something sturdy
In the Steeples absence. Without Grace
I stumbled like a drunkard
In the valley of the lepers.
Salvation itself saved me.
I took refuge from the rain
Underneath leaves sagging towards me
As if in an attempt to wipe my tears.
As the sunlight fades behind the mountains,
the scent of decay spreads around me.
Leaves tear away and the bark begins to rot
but not before telling me stories in the wind.
As the grass freezes over, I begin to wonder,
why something so beautiful could be so dead.
I don't like Winter, she's got a bite that burns,
like an infection that eats away at my flesh.
To wither has become the conclusion
Destiny set before breath reached me
The emerald glory lying about
Throws shade over the blackness of death
As age exposes the bone
I marry into fate - a cog in the cycle
Who said virtuous endings had to be
Happy anyway?
