'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...