Ancient paths

Come with me on the bard path

Breathwalking, word carried

On feet dreamed to being

With a voice you must first craft

To sing up the road ahead.

 

Follow all the ways:

Moonlit paths to madness.

Old straight tracks into history.

The bonny road to faerie

And the broad, smooth path to hell.

The uphill climb to righteousness.

Wicked, sweet temptation

Is a lush, flower scented wood

With rumours of a pub.

 

Blood paths of the heart.

Bone paths. Foot paths.

New roads the mind makes

Lost tracks the soul sees.

 

Leave the path and be bait

For pixies, wild hunts

And never returning.

 

Walk a path that is no more

Than a memory of ruffled leaves.

 

Walk a path that is yours alone.

 

And may the journey be the blessing.