Beginning at no given time
with destination never known
chance meetings ordained by the gods of fortune
on a path unplotted
dead footsteps following each other
eyes closed, sealed
by thick scales of time,
heavy with the pain of memory.
A child's cry piercing the silent nightime
brief pause, glancing back searching for
tears of time falling.
Vision returned, seeing the purpose of the
feeling the passion of the footsteps
tasting the salt of sorrow
and finally touching a place of no return.
And the clouds lifting and bearing me away
where dreams had been created
through the blinding light of a rising sun
into the gentle face of new beginnings.