leaving behind a point of origin
to travel to a distant land
not knowing what we will find
we come from the past
a new future awaits
to live life in the present
stake our claim
return triumphant
once again
leaving behind a point of origin
to travel to a distant land
not knowing what we will find
we come from the past
a new future awaits
to live life in the present
stake our claim
return triumphant
once again
meowing and purring
a means to express themselves
cats have their way too
there is a place
for simpler times
sitting on a merry-go-round
watching life pass by
and all the fun there is
remembering the past
holding onto the present
looking out for the future
a moment arrives
as breath leaves the body
the heart renews
life continues round
the merry-go-round
grey days
lead to contemplation
of sunnier times
when all those around you
have lost their way
when the fog of doubt
clouds the mind
and the notion of thought
becomes an ocean
and the stars no longer shine
where is that compass of mine
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
there is a place
that remains grounded
to be reached
when it is found
in a distant land
remote island of time
were people celebrate life
as death is not the end
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
I sleep alone still
waiting for dreams to catch me
soft pillow stuffing
going through the wilderness
your only companion
is yourself