'If I should be a dreamer
where are the songs I make
and the visions I see in mist?'

My path remains empty
until invited are you!
Companions of wistful eyes
and radiant smiles.

So let us join the roadside gallery.
Our map is the road
our goal off it.

Paths unending we need but begin,
but declarations are empty
even with steps drawn in.

So do give me a push
or the motion fades
without having been.

Together towards imaginations makings.


\\ Not a poem by intention and not overly neat, but this is certainly where it belongs, I should say. I just hope its caveat is not too prophetic; that should certainly break my heart and give a too simple answer to the question. So...

The ground under me booties...

...walks up all by itself.

I lower my gaze, (form
a hurt lovers grimace) -
wouldn't want the rain
to come in my eyes again.

I'm not a liar, I don't claim
that I know how to read traffic signs.
Their general meaning - (for all I know) -
is one thing I do understand, though.

They're telling me,
whispering spitefully
"Don't stop moving! -
or it will happen again!"

Lips caught in tremble/
sounds not quite daring
to even stealthily creep
through between them:
"What will happen?
There is much that did this far."

But signs are made to say one thing only.
And - oh! I don't know.

...and shadows kiss?
full of whispers
devoid of words
dreams fled far away
traces through the desert persist
shared memories
but all the corners seem to be closer
and ever more scary -so empty
laugh! almost manage a smile
sleep comes and goes; still tired
Monday through and Wednesday waited
clothes washed, fabric bleached a blank white
hides the grey dust
the self tailored unique
no divergence from the model yesterday
but my shadows kiss
sun rises and night falls
a path, a saving brach, a spider's net
tiny specks, but no peroxide bleach
will touch the worlds conveyed
even as the spot dissolves the outer memory
their images and yours
tonight remain
a mirror glass in shards perhaps
and I numb myself for another day
selling out
I know where the rope hangs
better catch me falling
than let me go on without stumbling

//pointless perhaps but pointing to?