Passage

My soul's passage
on a winding, twisting path
is a way with many bends
harboring surprises

I both fear and welcome them
these intrusions in my rhythm
that open both my heart
and my ears to the possible new song

A melody that is born
from a melancholy shadow
haunting and taunting this sun-drenched traveller

A memory that is borne
across misunderstood generations
as a salt sea journey carries stowaways

A mercy that gives form
to an untested hope
emerging from a chrysalis of discouragement

Breathe the air
draw in deep
hold it while your lungs burn
and yearn to set it free

Release your hold
Give up your grip
Let your ship sail
and ride the breeze

leaving this passage in its wake

©2005 Steve Eulberg