Snow
Why? I followed a lost boy;
I do not know.
Right behind him, I followed; Tracing prints in the snow.
Blinded by its beauty;
And white crystal coating, there was no way of knowing,
Just how far we were going.
A lost boy running; is not lost at all.
This I now know.
When I finally looked up;
He was nowhere to be seen.
No prints but my own; surrounded me.
I then realized just how lost; I had become.
Chasing prints in the snow, blinded by the glimmering sun.
Where did he go? I do not know.
Though if I held on; lost in snow, Iād forever be.
And no one worthy of me; would ever ask for such a thing.
I found myself; looking for me.
Centered in light; deep in white.
No longer chasing, what had never been.
Lost boy, wherever you are;
When you too, find yourself in the light.
My home is open to you; any night.
And once again, you can meet me in the snow;
Knowing exactly how far; we then could go.