So I walk among the empryean sky,
With my head leaning towards the ground,
Faith at times seems waning,
Tears trying to find diamonds in the faintest of light.
I call to the wind, and rove with the Moon,
And I don' t know why?
Much like the spring Rose.

Rebirth and new dreams,
New explorations, and endless roads,
All the while I question my existence.
Am I leaf soon to fall from the tree?

Just like the mountains, what is my greatness,
Will I divide the horizon, or turn to dust and fade away.
The darkest jaunt of my eyes, is the unknowing, the unkown.
Flowers are in April.

Spring and Fall, Spring and Fall,
The Summer eclipses the Winter,
Year after year,
Year after year.

I lay here wondering what will happen next?

thats deep!! too deep for the morning and my shallow mind!

dark and brooding, you see deep into your heart, and come back lost, and question why..the answer is simple...you are lost because there is so much, so much, so much inside you, that you are are on an endlees search. Don't let it make you brood, for you are one of the lucky few who isn't empty, let the lost feeling bring you joy in the simple fact that you have so much so much so much to give....