Walking With You Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

This morning, standing in the bath
I saw my image frown,
the dream had been about the path
and whether up meant down.

Soft grass beneath our painted toes
the feeling was devine,
soon we would rest, reciting prose
and have a glass of wine.

But endless was this journey's road
meandering through meadows
we carried with us a small load
but many heavy shadows.

And, like the twig in a tall tree
torn by the winds to fall
toward the earth, through gravity
we also hear the call.

And while it flew, it did pretend
to be a feathered bird,
attempting to control descent
his song was never heard.

Today, we leave the path and turn
toward the distant hills,
the road is paved with rocks and fern
and few if any frills.

Up to the summit signposts say,
tis where the sun resides,
pick up your feet and praise the day
you learned about the tides.

It is the Moon that rules the sea,
no fishes tame the waves
dark spirits hide in every tree
white angels live in caves.

The path is steep, the journey long
our feet are cut by stones
there is a will in us, so strong
that it will nourish bones.

It is the sun, that we must reach,
we leave all bags behind
a man's prerogative to preach-
new glasses for the blind.

What do we have, we shed our weights
and struggle up each slope,
our breath too short to hold debates
clasped hands are filled with hope.

So, do not ask, for it is true
that we can overcome
all obstacles as we pursue
the calling of our drum.

Our drum, it is not known to all,
is what arose from LOVE,
two hearts as ONE, our own atoll
touched on, hereinabove.