I travel down a path
worn to the quick with
the memory that
when I was young I believed
many times I\'ve looked down this path
many times I\'ve taken this path
this path that leads to profound silence
I was not truths equal
I embrace that now
when the lilacs bloom
and the willows bend
when the path fades out
and the river ends
when the rustle of warm air
overthrows a melancholy night
and dances along the river
in a blue moon light
trying to out pace my fears
trying to find myself again
the melding of soul and fortitude
someday maybe I say ...
but not today