Volunteer

Where is safety rock
Obscure me in shadows in Maltby
Where is the man with the Hammer
The arm of protection was so strong
Founder of the trek come out
Fear us spiraling through the passes and valleys
Under the mirage of shimmering light glimpses
Closer we were the farther we were lost
And lurking was the rock
A tall form, a phantom moving through time
Holding care and measured placement
A memory worth more than gold
Always straying but in view of the path
Vulnerable missing salt and water
Hiding in a noble sugar aroma
Melancholy words of a poetic melody
Invitation to be heard, really heard
Among all the noise of traffic
Through conflicting voices of thrill and fright
One voice was steady, trustworthy
One voice was lost in the dark