Have you ever been so lonely
Lost in the woods
But terrified to turn back
Because you know where you came from
The darkness is unbearable
Yet you hold yourself to the floor
Saying
Don’t give up…
Don’t give up…

.

Here on this plain
where my footprints leave
outlines of past travels
and predict forecasts of coming attractions,
I change directions...

I head towards the horizon,
a straight line along this
wayward life,
that imaginary boundary between
then and now,
one foot after the other
seeking...

a different path’s calling,
beckoning my stride,
leading where
shadows disperse and
sunlight fulfills promises
of all that this
life, our destiny has to
offer...

.

You were skipping stones

and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple

gently kissing the shore

I found myself wishing
I was that ripple

and you were that shore

Constantly searching for an inner serenade to bring us hope
Finding words in such burning silence
Fighting the desires of lust and passion
Waiting for a lover to come
Waiting for a lover to arise
Amidst the sea of self
There is a calling
That everyone should accept
A calling to find our path
A calling within these rushing seas
These rushing seas that gushes like madness
Like feelings that moves
That moves with the tidings of life
Seas that keep searching amongst us, within us... Flooding the depths of the mind,
These seas of self that constantly search for us, beckoning us to find our way

FIND YOUR WAY

*Evna-Luna© 2016, August