I scrubbed clean my house
And the path to the door
And the stones by the path
And the flowers by the stones
And yet I wondered
Who I did it for
I scrubbed clean my house
And the path to the door
And the stones by the path
And the flowers by the stones
And yet I wondered
Who I did it for
Take my hand in yours
Walk me down your life story
Teach me what is you
I have wondered
When I’ve wandered
What secrets I might miss
What unseen truths might hide behind
The trees and stones and rivers that I pass by
At the midway mark
I wondered to myself
Whether I ought to have taken another path
And then I recalled
That the branches of the path
Are infinite
The opportunities
Are countless
And the guardrails
Only in my mind
I hear trees sighing
As if free for a moment
From what we have wrought
The moment that you walked beyond
The limits of my sight
Even as our unearthly bond
Blazed in my heart as light
I wept for that you were not near
No longer in my reach;
Unbidden rose that boundless fear
Upon my hopes, a leech
Yet still the light shines in my soul
Unseeing do I see
And know that soon my heart’s deep hole
Will fill again with thee
I sigh a bit and die a bit
Each time I walk that road
To tread upon an unloved yon
Does my soul thus erode
The heat’s rolling in
And bringing a stifling air
Oh, where is the wind?
They say light
Acts differently when observed
So that by watching
Measuring
You have changed it
Your inaction
Is action
My thoughts wander
Through the undiscovered
And the well-trodden
And everywhere in between
And I find
Little brings me more pleasure
Than that stone unturned
That turn not taken
Not to be first
But to make the unseen seen