The Traveller - Part Two

Alone I trek once more, the dark
And stormy skies my friend. In this
World I am naught yet onward I
Push to be free to be happy

The candle has died. Why have I
Survived? I cannot accept it's death.
As I clinged to it, I cling to another
Both are needed yet are naught but

Objects of my desire. The paths are
Rocky. Which way do I go? Which way do I choose?
Which candle do I keep?

Neither one soothes me now. Is my life worth so much
That I do not care? Or is it just another

Rough spot on the walk of life?
When the answer comes I shall be
Gone and through it all I shall
Endure as I have before




Warm Thoughts

As I wake in the light
To a bright winter sun
Your face is on my mind

As the smile it creeps
Across my face
My thoughts of you are kind

I stretch and yawn
Awake but alone
And yet I know you are near

So close to my heart
So close to my mind
Once there was only fear

Then you came along
And my whole life changed
From darkness into light

Your love so sweet
Your heart so kind
A love, finally, that's right