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.

Wander aimlessly, 

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.

Echos.

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.