Journey
Starting at this pebbled path. Many stones with options. Must be walked over. Left and right the branches sway. Giving glimpses of love ones. Who try to come.
A Journey
A long, twisting path lays ahead,. Out and over the horizon it does spread,. Lined by trees and shrubs so green,. Looking out,. excited and keen,. My walk is slow,. but sometimes I run,.
Follow Me
Follow me through the forest's leaves,
In and out of the luscious trees,
Tracing the path I have left behind,
Winding road of yours and mine.
Path
There she was; searching for answers to questions without answers. Walking a broken road in life, tripping over ever stone, every hurdle, cutting herself on the broken glass from the telephone box.