walk down that trail
matters not left right
or
straight ahead

it is one that makes you
sniff the air
bend down and grab
the soil in your hand

your heart skips a beat
as you step on the one
all else is void of any
thing
that this path has

you hold back your engine
as it wants your feet to race,
you decide to pace,
knowing full well

it is not always the
destination
but the
journey

into the sunset or into the moon rise,
toward the sound of water falling or crashing,
after a faint voice that you can only hear
maybe, calling for help or cheering you on, dear
so journey on
don't wait for me,
so journey on I'll pray for thee,
remember the trail called you
not me

after all I am on
the path that is for me
if I could only know
by looking through the brush
if I would know if I would see
which way you
go
and that you would be all right
with or without being in my sight
because
you are as special to me
as anyone could be, for we have shared
each
others poetry.



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