The Unseen

Waiting upon the wind to carry me.
The unforeseen making my path.
Shifting and shaping every move.
Every flutter being guided by the unknown.

Floating through one life to the next.
Creating a path for others to follow.
Seeing the lines of invisibility.
Connecting one to another.

Caught up in the dreams all around.
Two souls walking separate paths.
Inadvertently leading the same way.
How to show the true road.

Through these travels dust settles upon.
Unable to wipe oneself clean.
In search of a soul to wash away.
Dirt that was picked up along the way.

Caught in between two lives.
Tied upon the tree outside the window.
To be unnoticed by those passing by.
Yet affecting all those around.

Leave behind these souls.
Missing what was not seen.
Realizing a connection has been lost.
Why does the heart cry?

A string in time.
Losing what was not mine.
Leaving behind a straightened way.
Let it all come what may.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©