[27] Decisions Decisions

Who is it that speaks to me in the darkness
Of a cold and sombre night,
When shadows tease and visions dance
Tto a breeze that plots with mischievous light
And fertile imaginings;
Laughing, rasping, casting sounds
That form faint, yet clear, yet distant words,
Both pleading and commanding
Me to rise, high above my dormant shell.

“Abandon thy cradle
And tear thyself from thy mother’s breast.
Come; devour the milk of eternal fortitude
And grasp the thorn that summons thee to greatness.”

Awake, I lift the volume from my eyes and start aloud:
“When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning or in rain?”
A sigh then a smile, I lie for a while and ponder
The day which beckons me to a new dawn,
Where decisions, decisions have to be made.

My instincts obeyed, I sign upon the dotted line.
With racing heart I rest once more,
To dream, perchance to close the door,
To banish the doubting, mocking child within.

“When the hurly burly’s done.
When the battle’s lost and won.”