When The Path Is Gone

When I get lost I keep going

until at last the path is gone

I pause and breath

Is there light

Is darkness nearing

I take it in

I must trust myself

I must trust this life

I will find my way

I will find my way 

back to you

Early October

Is it Fall on this October Morning

Or is Summer extending her stay?

I don't complain. I let the sun in

to my heart, onto my skin.

Is it warm where you are as well?

I wish it to be so for you.

Let us sit and wonder 

I'd rather dwell in uncertainty