NEW WALK TO A FUTURE YET TO BE
The winds of black and gray bring the dark of thoughts.
In the night to each soul that wonders to the edge
of a searching light.
With that dark of a soft wet night ever peering not seeing soul.
A self on this edge with no path to point a light.
only to see not the reflection of self.
Wonders of the mind of souls at night.
Not knowing the blackness that brings fear and a warmth.
The soul wanting, not wanting. but fading into the soft wet night.
Where all souls sing and howl without being.
So rejoice all fools of the night.
Your fears of not being,
As nothing for your soul is ever searching.
For the dark in your mind that you are, but a wisp of light
in the dark cosmic search by human kind.
robert c maize
thought this would be a way to start this new journey in time