The Myst When Finding 

There is a myst amongst the veil that surrounds we

Who forge a way on a journey surely unknown to 

The people who walk amid stones and brambles do

Stumble in darkness yet hopefully led by preambles 

Finding a way that seems right under a shadowed moon 

Sticks and thorns, stickers and moss, constantly loom

In forests of the wilderness often lonely and forlorn 

Cooing and purring, buzzing of bees, and a goat horn

Skeletons of the dead are seen meant only to alarm

Fear not, traveling barefooted for miles and unharmed 

Where is faith of your journey that looks like mayhem 

You see the myst and the eerie forest as something that 

Will harm you dear fellows and country critters who are 

Simply amazing with wonderfully inspiring moments of 

Living poetry embracing all hills and green tender valleys 

Completely tackling the mazes of trials for the inspiration 

The games will end when you reach the cottage in the myst 

The beauty of the lush earth and of the wilderness gesture 

Will appear magically when you rest from the terrifying story 

Finding it was yours all along with all of the stress and turmoil 

The way of serenity and peace came when you entered a garden 

That you made when you passed the glades of the kingdom 

All along this was yours as you waved your intuitive wand

The next time around will be easier as you now understand 

The way of the myst and of the jungles are for conquering 

Now rest, put your feet up, and immensely enjoy freedom 

Your cottage has unveiled, now welcome home 

To your Garden of Eden 
Bj@2017