The winds blew through and all that was known
A dusty hat rolled along the grass
Roots of the seeds were not strong enough to hold
A girl's dream of a future come at last.
None could say what lay at the end of the path
Where the wild flowers grew each spring
Left under the gables the hands of the familiar
The cat upon the table no ball of string.
Suns come from the east and travel out west
Tracing a line for the eyes to follow
The chill of snows to the rolling hills
Not wanting to stay but to leave feels hollow.
The dreams aren't for her as they risk too much
For what if they do not come true
Does it matter he asked if they never come to pass
It is the attempt that pulls them through.
The shores are close where giants have stepped
The rocks form a strange nest
Home is not where life leads a heart
Home becomes where the heart comes to rest.
She may not know where the river will flow
Or what destiny has for her in store
Her hair will blow wild in the sea airs
And what was narrow will become more.
The scent of heather turn to strength of Lavender
She walks with head poised high
Unsure in mind yet with purpose filled
Experienced steps will let out a sigh.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
