Nowhere Is A Place © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Way up in those winding hills,
where magic lingers in the air;
In hot pursuit of mystic thrills,
We found a path to Nowhere...

A village elder blocked our way,
Gently, with a smile, he said;
'This path will lead you all astray,
Take the other path instead..'

'Dark danger lurks along this path,
It's lonely and its ways untrod;
Black spirits show their cruel wrath,
Go, if you must, but go with God...

If you choose to go to Nowhere,
you might find all that you seek;
Your only shield will be a prayer;
But do not go if you are weak.'

Now, that was all we needed,
to take that grim, mysterious trail;
All superstitions went unheeded,
I hoped our instincts would prevail.

On we trotted through the glades,
Sunlight hid; seemed chased away;
Shades of dark, depressing Hades,
(Of course, I soon began to pray)

Sounds of silence filled our ears,
echoing into an eerie wail;
My heart began to fill with fears,
finding that my faith was frail.

Where would this blighted pathway lead?
Where was our wise restraint and care?
'Help us please', a fervent plead,
'Escape this winding path to Nowhere.'

And suddenly, like truth implied,
We came upon a sunlit clearing;
I thanked the Angels at my side,
for faithful spirits persevering.

Way down in the valley low,
waterfalls splashed in silver streams;
Dancing rainbows all aglow,
As in the old enchanted dreams.

Blessed breezes blew from skies,
upon the softest, greenest grass;
I knelt, lifting my thankful eyes,
just as I did at Holy Mass.

My son, he leaped and bounded,
to find this secret paradise;
We were both dumbfounded;
learning joy would now suffice.

Hours we spent in utter bliss,
soaking Mother nature's grace;
Eyes locked in a knowing kiss,
to learn that Nowhere is a place...