A Journey of One

You fell, my dear, 
from the heavens to hell
and from hell to the heavens.
Oh, where is the hell now when I need it?
Where is heaven when I stand alone
In life, I don't confess.

What can one do to be dam from hell and heaven?
What can one do to go back to either one of them?

I stand alone, silent,
praying to the One,
the great, the beyond, over and over.

To the silent and ignorant one
For those few who have ears to hear
it sings the music of many,
for those who can't
It’s just the noise of a few.
Give me courage,
Give me strength,
Give me one more chance, my only father
to see the tears of my mother
I beg you!
At least one more time

But this time I will stand with my brothers,
Let be dam the fear which brought me back,
Let us be blessed by the love that brought me back to them.

They might not see me as I see them
my tears will flow into the northern rivers
as long as it needs to guide them back to the south. 

Alone, standing on the shore, 
I watch them leave in the silent sunset dream,
but on my back the new sun rises,
and my face became meek,
until my time comes to hold eastern gates.

David E. Kiefermond