Directions

Eastern horizon, is that where I go?
So many years ago, they were lost.
Now my feet must just decide.
Western horizon where did they go?
Was it power that to be sought,
Or was it just knowledge?
Place of my birth, you were so good.
Life was mine, and glorious it was.
With a love, a brother,
Why dare I leave.
Northern horizon, place not seen.
Are stormy weathers coming here,
Will my path be hard to tread?
Southern horizon, the last place to look.
Was it a fools choice to seek,
Or have I not looked in every place?
Earth so barren, and yet alive.
What secrets do you hide.
Tell me where they have gone,
So I too can leave.
Space oh so infinite,
Did you swallow them whole?
Have they left this world for all time?
Place of spirit, do they rest with you, Have they found the cure.
Does it haunt him even in death,
Or does his body still draw breath.

Light within my mind,
Guidance within my soul,
Will apart of existence.

She stands by his side,
Never doubting,
Never leaving.

Tears of Sadness,
Tears of Joy,
Tears of Pain,
Tears of Hope.
One day will these ideals be shed,
And then existence will yield them forth.
They and the one,
He who is my dream.

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By Louis Glen Gillette IV