The salty tide on the shore
Reminds me that there is always a way to get back home if I wanted.
Each distinct corner of the world calls to my spirit, and I must answer With the howl of the lone wolf.
The paths I walk lead me farther and farther from ones I love
And closer to my enlightenment.
I’m not Buddhist but I do believe those who are are on to something.
“The way is not in the sky, the way is in the heart.”
With every beat, my heart bounds on,
Pulling me through the adventure that is, simply, life.
“The tongue, like a sharp knife, kills without drawing blood.”
I wonder if he had a clue how he affected me with the many words spoken,
Some in darkness and some in light, as the sun peeks it’s rays over the horizon.
But there’s no running from Zephyrus,
And Apollo will rein in the sun each night, imposing darkness upon the world.
And the Stars will shine as bright as ever, twinkling with each little sigh, begging him to let go, and come home.
I will always think of him at night, in the lasting warmth of the day.
Drinking tea on the roof instead of the back porch, because this way I’m closer to Heaven
Even if I don’t believe it’s there.
