The Guide of the Blind
He cares for his foot steps to come
Haloed his way of protection
Faith in fasting this tide of then
Steeped in the best of him
The hymn hummed closed lipped and slow
Will the page turn to lighter days
He swears he was a dead man
No longer harming ones loved
Against this broken string of sleep
He weeps the passing of old
Time’s table has been set for one
Courage is the great need of men
Searching himself corner to corner
A strength most wanted
This hope, his mustard seed grows tall
All that matters is the clean time
And how the role is played righteous
While treading new roads
The winter of the used to be
Stalks the every step taken
Placing the sweetest of life’s fruits
A family still stays awake worried
Almost forgetting their love and troubles
The Guide of the Blind
He cares for his foot steps to come
Haloed his way of protection
Brand new the day becomes him
Past steps traced in the wrong
A kiss awaits his head in loving
Sight on cursed waters warily watched
Home his true destination
A new sword carried for the weathering of bad days
He gives it his everything
For all the right side of me
Abstinence the great ally of gold
In his absence of drink
Becoming stronger from the ghost
Shaking me awake with new eyes
I know him dear
As he does me
We walk this rabbit hole together