Respond

respond
respond to the call to respond
respond to the will
respond to the thrill

respond to the leave
of my senses i've taken
respond to reopen
the trails once forsaken
respond to hold on
to the chances we dwell on
to answer the summons of heights never trod on

respond to reveal
to feel the gift, to reel
in time to steal a peek from what's real:
the trance, the dance, the chance to appeal
to reclaim the hill
to set heel to toe to this path
feel wrath and love and pain and zeal
and still, to return, to relive, to heal

to tread under guises
to rein in, to keep
the door's shut but a crack, a slight sliver, a peep
a see-through silk veil that uncovers what's plain
what's implied, right as rain
we respond in this way, for our hope to regain

set foot on this road, to meander
to find my way, to wander,
to stray under this beacon, to wonder
'bout wonders unspoken yet pondered
to go yonder,
beyond limits self-fostered
imagined and built, rock, brick and plaster
respond in an effort to master
diffuse this disaster
and move from before into after

respond
for no other reason than the need to respond
for no other reason
than the need
to respond