A Journey Of Self Discovery
Introspection often reveals things, which the eye and mind fail to see.
It is only through the revelation of the heart that we in spirit become free.
Time though is a strange companion as we journey with it too often while in the dark.
Yet the sun still shines; the birds still sing, whilst we question the issues of the heart.
I watched numbly today as the rain today spit in mighty torrents across the broken path of sand.
Yet somehow life moved on as in neutral, and separate from the matters in hand.
I questioned my journey, and I pondered on the illusion, which often presents itself as fate.
Soon the day shall sleep, and the full moon of July will have softly arrived.
Its silver glow will shine once more upon my face, and I will know that I am alive.
For journeys come, and journeys go, some are always remembered, and some remain forever unknown.
Such are the journeys of self-discovery…such are the days of our lives.
J. Allen Wilson © 7/7/200/****Full Moon Productions 7/7/2009
Amber "V"
EDWIN
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Your poem held the soft sadness of nostalgia and change, yet the hope of the future. Your description of time moving on while we question the matters of the heart was so perfect...I have often felt this way when dealing with letting go of those who have passed on.
I wish you (both) all the best as you meet up with your matters of the heart.
Cryssa