Two Hunters and the Snow

Too often this life sings us a cacophony of lies

To tame our spirit and disconnect us from ourselves

But when our inner nature chooses to speak

And forces us to acknowledge what is within

The mind must sit and listen so entranced

Understanding dawning, realization thrumming

The way a delicate hummingbird can hover

Beating its wings fast enough to be still

A wild soul resounds with terrifying power

Forced out of the cosmos, pulled down from the stars

It thunders and rings out like the bell of gods

A sound which can split the very light in the sky

The only thing capable of delivering revelations

Telling me that I had been wrapped in chains

Sad remains of the cruelty of being loved imperfectly

Not for who I was but for who another wanted me to be

And I have heard the voice of a wild heart call out

Laced so intricately with the hope of salvation

That unmistakable, mournful baritone cry

Desperate and impassioned, pleading to be heard

The heart carries on despite a lifetime’s sorrow

The origin of affliction and remedy for its fever

Warning to not feel fear so deep it drags you under

Singing the incantation of a true believer

And the hope that persists within my pain

That sings so sweetly with a wild songbird’s lilt

Told me to touch the light that would show

That the truth I was afraid of could set me free

Let the walls of deception and rejection crumble

If I listened to the sacredness of the earth beneath

And felt the certainty I had come to know with time

I could escape forever from the prison of my mind