The Walk

In Birth –

We’re free from sin

Unaware of whom we came

Ignorant of what we’ll find

When age begins to cloud our minds

In Youth –

We’re free from cares

We’ve only started climbing stairs of life

And should we fall?

Sometimes it matters not at all

In life –

We weave a tale

We laugh, we cry, we win – we fail

We sacrifice, or so it seems

For pride, for shame, for fantasy

In sleep –

Our truths take form

The mists of fear and love and scorn

And mortals share them all alike

Our pleasures past and futures bright

Alas –

Thine eyes shall see

The great release, sweet soul be free

Goodnight, my child….. all is well

Let your spirit sail……