Along the path I make my way.mp3
Along the path I make my way
but though I check my compass
every day, the journey always
leads me back to the bay.
Somewhere upon the wind,
or maybe from the silent sea,
I hear the voice again.
It calls to me...
"The labyrinth is wide and long
but only visible in metaphor or song.
And those who strive to find their way
walk on its endless tracks day by day
And most of them are caught in dreams,
spun out of gossamer thread and
cobwebbed themes."
(c) Poem and Artwork and Voice reading by John lokutus-prime
