The Way

The Way

I held my hands to my face

and wept even though I could not feel.

My tears, which left no tracks,

fell upon the barren ground of my soul.

The dry and dusty spirit of antiquity could not fill me with it's false hope.

Still, I wonder may there not be a more bountiful fate than this?

Shall I cover all my life in a single moment to judge my wrongs?

Therein I find my most precious secrets,

And would use them to pave a way for the spark of life.

There is hope on the path of my dreams.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Therein I find my most precious secrets,
And would use them to pave a way for the spark of life.

There is hope on the path of my dreams.

A little different from what I have come to expect from you. Liked the light-touch optimism in this piece.

[Frieda P]

Felt this one, loved it first word to hopeful last....nicely pen'd.