Journey

She stepped from the shadows
wrapped in the blackness of night.
Her eyes glowed deep violet,
tears reflecting the moonlight.

Alone she walks,
down a shrouded path,
searching for that fleeting moment,
the one that never lasts.

Each glimmer fading.
Each moment of trust betrayed.
Reaching into her soul
only to find sharp thorns have stayed.

The path winds gently
moving her through life.
Flickering moments of passion
taunt as her spirit ignites.

As the sun lays to rest
so shall the flames die down.
Leaving empty promises
where once bright hope was found.

Sighing softly, she picks up her heart.
Turning back now, gazing down the road,
not certain of her future,
nor where the path might go.

In her wake sleep gentle
lessons etched in gold.
Softly whispering ahead,
silver shimmers to unfold.

She smiles gently
continuing down the path,
waiting for the dawn to break
on a love that just might last.

I believe in the dream of life and the nightmare of living it.