Pathways

From whence ye cometh I know not.
Oh sweet journey and where thy lead I know not
Tis nigh a stumbling path thee and I tread
Gliding on a carpet of mind, passion, and humor
We waltz then tango in turn
aye tis the journey and the company
that doeth make our destination naught
I choose not to wish on the glimmer of places afar
In this moment I bask in the glow of now.

10/1/2007 Uncail Ruadh