It’s a quarter till seven, that’s right, and I’m a driving towards first light. Never thought I’d say this now, not sure if I’m ready, but hear it now, my life is in the spirit of wind, along the tree line I’m driving in. I’m not really sure if G_D’s a he or a she, not sure it really matters for their inquiring in me.
I stare upon a tree line on a cold February day, the frozen mist drives north from Boulder, those limbs are darkened gray. The oaks they stand defiant, a division from street to land, but just the same they cannot stop the mist that penetrates their stand. Upon me rides the business of the coming day, to work, and all its details life’s troubles, comes what may. The swarming of the winter this day it seems always, the judgment down from heaven on this road, a right of way. The tree line goes on southward, dividing in its own way. What promise do I wonder does look the other way?
A whisper of a siren, the wetness of a tongue, a glance beyond toward westward, in fog where the trees look on. The fields roll out in body, their magic under sun. A sudden change in climate from pavement to a mystery sum. The question then on this early morn, when fate weighs heavily, to drive on to the fog that is known, or cross the tree line near. What then the voice does echo, does make thy soul draw near, the plainness of the day ahead, with cloudiness and drear.
Over land there draws the energy of the sun, while on this side of the tree line, there seems to be none. Is it something magic in a prayer that I must say, to cross over markers to where your angels play. What is it now that your good, it asks of me, on this side of Jordan here beneath these winter trees. There through the vale now, I see another sun, the better part of harvest, beneath what you have won. A radiance of better grace, a hope that’s better done. I’m driving down this side of fortune, and my spirits come undone. Pick me up, my better, pick me up, I’ve got to run.
This car it has no steering on this cold February day, the daemons hold it’s steering and it heads down straight away. Down there close to honesty, that makes a better man, but he’s worn and he’s dyeing, and he needs your promised land, there you are through the tree line, there you are.
For a moment, just because I can, I turn the wheel and enter a wind filled promised land, and I fly into a better sun I have always known, as my best friend!
It’s a quarter till seven, that’s right, and I’m a driving towards first light. Never thought I’d say this now, not sure if I’m ready but hear it now, my life is in the spirit of wind, along the tree line I’m driving in. I’m not really sure if G_D’s a he or a she, not sure it really matters for their inquiring in me. – 02.11.2018 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Well done, enjoy your style of writing very much.
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Thank you very much Owen happy you liked this.
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Very visually written, I identified with so much of what you said. Thank you.
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Hi Kim, very happy you identified with this piece, and hello to another visual person. 😉
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😉 that i am.
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Great writing Daniel. 🙂
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Thank you, I appreciate your compliment. 🙂
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YW
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I like your theme of trees bringing both division and then clarity to another world. This was such a great piece filled with so many metaphors.
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Thank you Chelsie, I like the way you see this, I usually don’t think to much about how a piece lays out when I write it, but I can identify with your interpretation.
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Great minds! 😉
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❤
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Thank you!
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“For a moment, just because I can, I turn the wheel and enter a wind filled promised land, and I fly into a better sun I have always known, as my best friend!” my favorite line. 😉
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Good to know I had company at that spot it the road. Thank you. 😉
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This piece of yours has an interesting rhythm, perhaps I was lulled by the suggestion of driving.
I adore the way you dabble in worlds. Buffy’s song is perfect for this. 😀
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Thank you Resa, I was driving to work the other day early morning and there was light snow, sleet falling and this road I take a shortcut of sorts, has a treeline, and I could have swore on the other side of that line, the sun was shining. 😉
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It may have been shining! I have seen that before. It rained buckets all the way downtown, the bus turned a corner and it was a sunny day. It was still raining behind us. 😀
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Just amazing prose Daniel. ❤
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Thank you Gwen, so happy you liked it. 🙂
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So many words you write come from another place, a different world. Tree Line was a delightful read, full of wisdom and mystery. ❤
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Hi Erin, Thank you, I really appreciate your compliment, and further appreciate that you found this piece to your liking. A different world is where it’s at. 😉
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Daniel, I always have the best admiration for those who visit the other world, if that involves an actual cross over spiritually or physically. You could say perhaps that I am envious, still, I will live vicariously through your writings and enjoy it all the same.
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Another one coming across left field, or in this case may be it was on the right. 😉 Enjoyed this much Daniel!
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Heh, I see what you did there once again. Yes it was on the right, it always is. 😉
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I like Ryan found this to be a very enjoyable read. Very interesting too, I am always curious what comes to your mind as your writing. I always gain so much. Thank you. Bill
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Truthfully my friend not much, I free write alot, listening to what ever tune strikes me at the time, I am never sure that anything that I put out is worthwhile, and am so appreciative when kind persons such as yourself grace me with your compliments and patronage. Thank you Bill.
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I am struck by your own humility here my young friend. Perhaps not understanding your own greatness is your greatness. 🙂
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So well written in your unusual mystical manner, and the song went with your words, a new favorite for me.
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Thank you Desi, I loved the song when I heard it, and I am happy you found it going well with this piece. 🙂
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I love the following paragraph, it holds so much in it, “This car it has no steering on this cold February day, the daemons hold it’s steering and it heads down straight away. Down there close to honesty, that makes a better man, but he’s worn and he’s dyeing, and he needs your promised land, there you are through the tree line, there you are.”. ❤
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Hi Heather, thank you much, it was maybe the hardest paragraph to write for some reason, but may be that was the reason. I am thrilled you picked it out as a favorite.
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For me the idea that so much goodness was within your reach, was exciting, “just there beyond the tree line. ❤ 🙂
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Well done once again Daniel! 🙂
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Thanks much Shaun, I appreciate your kind words.
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Anytime, Daniel 😉
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Daniel, I found this to be one of your most alluring works, it drew me in and made me wish to see the other side of the tree line. I am hoping for a part 2. 😉 ❤ Ruby
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Hi Ruby, part two actually might be up ahead, and may be more so now that I know you find it worthwhile. 😉 Thanks a always for your kind words.
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Thank you Daniel ❤ I will look forward to it's arrival!!!
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Adore your writing!
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Thank you very much. 😊
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I happened upon your blog while searching for the term trees in short stories, (I know a strange topic). Anyhow, I was grateful my search brought me here. I found “Tree Line” to be amazing with your mix of poetry and inner dialogue. I will be returning often to read as you have much to offer. 🙂
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Hi Brenda, welcome and thank you for your kind compliment. I look forward to you coming back and hearing from you.
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