31 August 2010

The Path To His Door

He appears
he disappears
leaving a trail of words,
breadcrumbs dropped
in the path ahead of me.
He knows I will follow
he always knows.
I will pick each one up
and carry them with me
until the day
when the path comes to its end
at his door
when I take his hand
and give them back.

1 comment:

  1. They follow themselves
    Beyond borders
    There's a sparkle
    That brings life to everyone.