What then……
Of stormy nights and balmy evenings
Of walks in the woods and windy mornings
What do I know of these
When thoughts are painful and breaths are laboured
And steps taken have led me to this place of anger
What then will I love, what then will I cherish
Of dreams I am made and from dreams I will perish
They haunt me and taunt me
These things that I long for
Un-real, unrealistic, unsettled AM I
Just sane enough to know that sanity is not mine
Yet storm clouds do gather, the wind it does bother
To stir my gypsy soul
I walk into darkness, once again I feel my nakedness
My soul stirs into the mystic
The life I am born to
I live for the edge, for the clouds and the steps that lead me further into
What then?
© Monika Carless