Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.“Ralph Waldo Emerson” ...

Even chaotically dispersed,

Harmonious clouds,

In waning moments,...

Wooden planks,

Leading to the water’s edge.

I’ve walked them many times....

Humbling.

To sit here,

Stare,...

“I’d delve into you, but only…”

White,

Pink,...

Old.

Crisscrossed.

Traveled....

There are days,

When thoughts feel charged,

Escaping from every part of me....

Sunny dreams.

Warm waters.

Side by side....

Sometimes,

What we seek,

Is in front of our eyes,...

Green,

Orange,

Pale,...

Do you dare?

Dive in,

Lose yourself in me,...

Golden.

Reaching up,

Into blue nothingness....

Impenetrable,

Made of stone,

But there’s a door....

“Thank you.”

For what?

“Growing old with me.”...

Where are you hiding?

I can see you shine,

Streaks,...

Dried out,

Scratched,

Sun burnt,...

Dense,

Surrounded,

Growing, and...

Flying away.

That’s how it feels.

“I’ll be around” you say. ...

A dog running away.

A shy duck staring.

A horse,...

Colorless,

Worn, but

Standing tall....