The Jester’s Call

A poem I wrote bout four years ago about my life and what it felt like to live.

As the lands sleep of snow

There is heavy burden at the tow

Spring is not in the air anymore

Now the lands can sleep forever more

The winds pick up at the sound of a breeze

The kind that tickle and excite the knees

Watching as night falls down in the west

Victory is nearly at hand and only second best

Humming an ancient tune for the heavens

As we pick up cards and lay down sevens

The number of man hazily remembers a dream

The kind that slips away and enters the unseen

A trickle of diamonds

And a trickle of laughter

The lonely ones that seem forever

Enter the king’s eye with dire need

So we sit down and humbly feed

Kicking around lazily as the day flows by

We raise our eyes to the heavens and wonder why

Why were we put here is a mystery

We write things down as though as it is history

Raising a goblet or two at the heaven’s bell

Only the child longs to even yell

A maze at the feet of wonders and more

We can see the heavens at the crimson shore

Author's Note

I thought I would write something about nature and how life fuels the energy of the world around us, and in it I added some spiritual significance of heaven and how it adds into the equation and the entirety of the world.