And for a time, she stood.
Searched among the stars,
Inquired of the compass,
Drew upon the sand.
She chose.
Now, she walks on.
Trudging along this path she has chosen.
What does she see in the horizon?
A rising sun or the setting?
A mirage or an oasis?
Does she head towards a field
brimming of life,
abound with blooming flowers
and nature's scent?
Or does she head downwards?
Into the spiral of despair and
plunge into the depths of guilt?
But, lo, what do we have here.
Another character joins the story.
With a low hat, and a grain of wheat
between his teeth,
he walks with her.
Neither in front, or behind,
but on par.
He says nay a thing,
But walks on by.
Towards the frontiers of
a whole new world.
Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7
