Count the stars
the small latterns that line the sky
to help the moon light the path to tomorrow,
as you try and walk away the sorrows.
searching for something that is lost
knowing it can never be found.
Waiting for something that will never come.
Lost in an endless limbo
of what is in the past
and what the future holds
the moments pass away
with out any notice.
Walk along at night listening
to the echos of what used to be,
but that is all they are.
Look ahead down the road,
see that it is a long treck
along the silver path of moonlight.
Now look around you.
See the roses in bloom
the birds that nest together happily
the river that gurrgles in glee.
Stop to see what you've been missing.