Walk

I walked down the path into the garden of silence with out a thought to turn back to the silver gates that sing to me. Some say I am lost. But I say I have just not found myself yet. Grasping at the tear drops that fill the pond. The pond I have created in this new place, in at which, fills me with the feathers of the angels. I have not yet been able to touch the rays of light from the sunset. I am always too late. Too late to see the shooting stars, too late to see the first star, and too late to hear the bells ringing from the clouds above. This place is two places at once. One day will change to the next. One day it will be a beautiful world with multicolored hyacinths, blue roses, a wind full of colorful leaves and flower petals, a place filled with nothing but a whisper. A whisper in the air that sounds foreign yet mildly faint. Another day it will be a place of distraught and confusion. A place like no other. A place that has three walls and the ceiling is so short you have to crawl. I sometimes try as hard as possible to crawl as far into the hallway to see if there is an ending or an opening but it just keeps going on forever. It’s a task that seems impossible to complete but I feel I make it further each day I am challenged with this day.