"The Traveler's tale"

 The Traveler's tale

Towards the mountains' rugged peaks, I passed through ache and toil

At the very peak of mount, I felt a mystic foil

No intent to let me pass; repelled, my will to roam

But, then, a pause, a sudden feel, a friend whose welcomed home

I wandered, then, throughout this land, this land I'll never leave

The path one takes, extend your hand, and never disbelieve

The way was set so long ago, the only need, depart

There is a kernel all good tales deliver to the heart

The steps to take to gain the land on heart and soul are marked

They're scored upon the ways of life, let go and you've embarked

The path is such we all can feel, so deep within's the spark

Conscious thought distorts the path, the rhythm of the hark

This tale is told of brighter things than those of daily dread

The passion of the soul is as the leaven for the bread

Written long ago.  I just needed something to boost my spirits.  The previous poem upset me because I did what I swore I would never do.  Leave a poem on a down note.

This is kinda freaky after looking at it in retrospect.  This was written, at the latest, around when I was first tracking down The Nail.  It preceded the long, weary, fifteen year road.