Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Journey.



Stride after stride I tread, Breath after breath I take

The Sun dawns, and serene’s lake


Flowers stop their sway, wind lost its way

Thoughts aren’t gay, Heart’s not making any hay


Long way to go, the destination is still at bay

Miles to travel, before calling it a day


Like a beautiful dream, here he comes

With him comes, a gush of flutters


Eyes shy away , heart thaws

He shines, a volcano of happiness erupts


Flowers bloom, and the Lake is all silver

The sky is dark, yet the path so clear


Long way to go, the destination isn’t near

But the Journey’s now dear, with my “Full Moon” here !