May 4, 2011

The path lies here but where
does it go beneath pine needle
carpets hiding soundless
footsteps silently from all
that lies below

The path that twists and turns
like random corkscrew chains
running away but still anchored
only springing back again
all goals eschewed

The path lies here but where
beneath a moonlit stream of
light bouncing off shadows
the trees spreading like giants
within the night

The path takes curves that
climb then swiftly drop into the
depths where it will always be
found where it continues its’
rest in ‘You’

Day: May 4, 2011