Do you climb back, wait or leave?


Bright rays gleam o’er shallow salmon’s shanty.
Clean smells of nature’s purity met with
time, delight, and peaceful tranquility.
Afar a lonely dirt, the scene givith,
Clean dirt with friends of stone, like you and i

We’re alone at last, together us three,
on the loneliest place under the sky,
with a guide at your side, and mine is thee.
As we traverse, to the fore your eyes meet
A beautiful scene captivating

Likewise, i see, and to the rear a thief.
Between God and sea is escalating
a war, and time shifts from time to hurry.
The strobe lights so bright, so close, so scary,
the bright rays have changed to brighter fury.
i try to balance the crisis. Weary
am i, but i try, as i to, you fro.

And even longer the storm rages on.
And again, all at once, it’s off we go!
Do i climb back, wait or leave? The choice wrong
or perhaps right, because this storm won’t last.
Once more, time has shown and youi’ll agree,
together we’ve weathered all storms of past.
The storm ends, NOT. But I ask, “where’ll I be?”

- The Compusician, 2006


Originally created in 1992 by Gary Ruff and revised in 2006 by Gary Ruff (aka: The Compusician).