Days Dont Die
Ive heard others
comment about the dying day,
but I disagree.
How can it be dying,
when I still feel its warmth
touching the grass where I lay
and touching my entire being?
Eventually night will wrap me in its
but I fear not the dark
or its creatures.
My cautious steps have brought me this far.
To this place where I know
Where I stand
wondering if anyone will come along
and in kindness pause long enough.
Yet, I am not sad
because I believe
that one day I will meet someone
who will once again show me
that I am capable of
It is just that the journey is long
but what journey that has
Tales of old dont speak
of one day adventures
where the hero has instant success;
its all a process.
Its those who can withstand the process
that are the true heroes,
however, I dont believe
that my story will be one heroic
or for ages to come.
Few will know my name or tell my tale.
But Im not here to be known.
My goal isnt to become an icon
spoken about until time unwraps itself to begin again.
Im only here to keep leaving my tracks
until that someone finds me
and answers my call.
Whoever he or she may be,
I have to believe he or she might be out there
and will one day stumble across my path.
Maybe this someone is on a journey, too,
looking for that one being to re-teach
in the ways of trust.
So for now I will rest
in the warmth of the non-dying day
and pick up my path again tomorrow,
treading on with cautious steps
until I can again