“These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion – I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient – Upon us all a little rain must fall.” Led Zeppelin
Journeys wind through the nature of seasons,
I call the woods my home from home,
To be amongst the silence
To gain perspective
Of the whole.
I sit among the wild flowers
They ask not their purpose
They just spring forth from dirt,
As we all come from particles
We too carry forth on our path.
We rise up through hardship
Or a are blessed with a peaceful easy road.
Yet nothing will stop the feelings
From rising up
To clutter our way.
When did we forget to be like the flowers,
To just spend our moments gracing the path
Of the solitary traveler who walks on past?
When did we forget that we too shall have our season,
Our group of others,
Alike or not quite as much,
When did we forget
To dance with the wind?
Clouds move in and out of my heart,
Hard days blend and I find myself
Forgetful of the simplest things,
Distracted by the rain that falls,
Wipers moving back and forth
And songs of yesterday play on
And half way home,
A favorite song,
I don’t remember singing along.
Yet my voice startles my from
The simple daydream reverie.
The journey thus far,
Just a mirage of emotion,
Played out like a movie I remember
As a child,
To awake and find,
Credits rolling in the rear view mirror
In the midnight hour
Rocking motion of the wheels
Soothing and so very quiet,
Go to sleep my child,
Were almost there.
“Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me
But in the Grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose”
The Moody Blues