Susan's Path
The snow was soft as fur
Angel-winged and white
A hand-brush with forever
Dazzling and bright
That wardrobe held our wish
That gushed forth liked a stream
And birthed a wondrous world
With daring and a dream
The freshness of our youth
We marked with snow-stained feet
And we had faith in fancies
A lamppost light to lead
My bow and arrow served me
The twang sang in my ears
Like birds of war ascending
Putting to flight my fears
The horn was at my lips
And notes rose from the past
Like the sweetest drink of succor,
My lips still crave the taste
But the thing that charmed me most
The Lion, and His mane…
The way His roar resounded
Majestic and untamed
We journeyed there as one
We weathered storms with friends
The world was fair as love
And darkness had an end
But all is now eclipsed
Our memories recede
For nothing is as real
As children's make-believe
The world is deaf and dumb
Wrong is the same as right
We are the walking wounds
Of disillusion's bite
Take the compass path
We have oft been told
Accept it all as nothing
Rage not against the cold
Try everything and nothing
Experience is key
Embrace the senseless vacuum
That sucks out memories
This is the grownups' world
We dreamt of in our youth
Yet now a nightmare reigns
And we ask, what is truth?
I manage in the day
To play the cynic's part
To know that God is Dead
And so is my cold heart
But in the night I scream
And beat my pillow hard
For woods of worlds still haunt
And numb souls feel the shard
Yes, in the night I dream
I hear the lion's roar
I see Him handed over
To even treason's score
I see the witch of ice
Who seems most like our world
With all her cunning calm
And all her wrath unfurled
"So much for love," she says
I see the blade unsheathe
I see it plunge through fur
I see Him drowned in death
I shudder and awake
I tell myself it's false
I shiver in the silence
And yet I feel the loss
Oh yes, the loss runs deep
Deeper than any lie
So I embrace the pain
And in the dark I cry
I feel no ounce of faith
Yet terror in the doubt
For there is so much to lose
I never dared to count
I tried to turn my mind
To shiny grownup toys
From posh careers and styles
To flirting with the boys
Yet emptiness is here
And deafness in the soul
I only dream of lion's eyes
Hear Narnian oceans roll
So in the dark I walk
Step by step alone
Yet sometimes I'm a queen
Upon a Narnian throne
And there are tremors here
An earthquake splitting breath
A table cracked in two
The turning back of death
For dreams are often real
More real than real to me
And I think if I keep dreaming
The truth might set me free