Paths to _____ This world has Rubbed me raw. Left my bones To its' seasons.
Yet you, You appear before me- Unscathed Unaware.
Mine forever to gaze at. To remind me, That bliss did not die. I simply replaced it.
Substitution for what? I ask your shadow. Ashamed to speak these things To your face.
What could I have desired; Considered, Dreamed- To have lead me to this place?
And though I may never Know these answers, Perhaps one day I will learn from you.
What did you do different? To keep so well preserved From the waves, from the wind. Ever-changing like the paths we all travel.
Our paths. Which inevitably Lead me To you.
Not one moment Would I change. None of the dark I would cast away.
These things, I see- are fickle now. Undetermined Irresponsible.
And you, You are the Factor. Subconsciously Succeeding.
An energy Radiating out to the dark. Just bright enough, For my eyes to see. Copyright 2012, Ainsley Chernek. All rights reserved. |