Poetry-Thing Thursday: Don’t Go

Don’t Go

 

Don’t go.

I’ll tell you the path to choose,

Tomorrow.

 

No, don’t go,

the river is cold,

the water is old,

And the path your bound on-borrow.

 

Listen,

don’t speak.

The water is rising,

reaching the peak.

 

Don’t go.

A warning,

from a siren callin’.

An upended moon,

from a sky that’s fallen.

 

No, don’t go,

ne’er to return home.

There will come a day,

for wild oats to be sown.

 

For the moon can’t be owned,

and the seeds won’t have grown,

and the fires will have shown,

that you were meant for home.

 

Don’t go,

I’ll tell you the path to choose,

tomorrow.