Running.

Running, always running,
Rising high on skinny stilts of resolution.
Rickety,
Rackety,
Running, sliding,
Too afraid of falling,
Too afraid of falling,
Too afraid of stopping,
Too afraid to still.
Running, always running.
To a place no one can follow,
Searching,
Shifting,
Slipping, falling,
Higher, still, the stilts are rising,
Slippery footholds are my purchase,
Seeking steps I cannot fill.
Running, always running.
I am running, running still.
All around me desert places,
Locked up kingdoms.

Running, always running,
Places slipping through my fingers.
Too afraid to stop.
Too afraid to dream and dare,
Too afraid to step foot there.
Running, always running.
Though my heart would wish to follow,
Beating til my lungs are hollow,
Pleading "back!"
It cries, "Be still!"
It stretches far beyond my body,
Where the longing is fulfilled.

Running, always running.
I am running, running still.
When will this running cease,
When will there be a sweet release?
These stilts will crumble to the floor,
I will rise and run no more.
Fling wide the gates,
Behold the morning,
All from which I once was running,
Too afraid to stop,
Too afraid to dream and dare,
Too afraid to step foot there,
Here my heart returns to me.

Beating swiftly in my chest,
Swelling,
Lifting,
Singing,
Rising,
I am running,
But at rest.

Believe

"Believe in me, Believe in me,"
Implored the apple from the tree,
Where, cloaked, in leaves of gold would call,
Until the height of man would fall.

Believe in me, believe, believe.

Believe in me, across the sky,
A serpents ear who hears this cry,
And slithers, slow and low in height,
To whisper evils in the night.

Believe in me, believe, believe.

Believe in me, the price to grieve,
Awakens, in the depths of eve,
From whom man could not walk apart,
Entwined, as one, in flesh and heart.

Believe in me, believe, believe.

Believe in me, she asks of man,
Her words ensnared about his hand,
To feast where wisdom is contrived,
So here, the dawn of truth arrived.

Believe in me, believe in me.

Believe, Believe!  The harvest nears,
They stretch their limbs beyond their years,
To pluck from where it all began,
The birth of truth and death of man.

Believe in me, believe, believe.

Believe, they said, as teeth sunk deep,
While wisdom shook them from their sleep,
The world unveiled, they knew of lies,
Perceived anew with trembling eyes.

Believe in me, believe, believe.

Believe in Me, the God of Old -
Who sent His son as was foretold,
Deep in the hearts of man will burn,
Until the Son of God returns.

Believe in Me.
Believe.
Believe.