Friday, February 6, 2015

Opening the Door to Life

With light I travel on the path that I carve.

There's a glow on the ground by my footsteps leading charge.

How funny to wander running circles in the mind,

waiting for time to clear the clutter filling up the habits of the daily grind.

Then suddenly without warning, my footing becomes long

moving towards shiny moon drops, like a new born yearning strong.