The misty veil blankets the thoughts
Deep within the voice whispers ,
"Patience , for life is a ship that turns slow"
Cruise along , enjoying the waves.
The tears and the joys are none,
But just the drops of solace that fall from above.
The changing sun and snow are but reminders
Of your nature's essence to seek the within.
The islands of lost thoughts are but bridges of hope.
To fall , only to stand tall.
To fear , only to charge .
A smile that curves below wet eyes.
Ah! Life and it's mysterious ways.
The more one walks , the more one discovers!
Oh , but what a fool I am to think I know -
Just because I know to think!
