Finding My Way Home

In the West I searched for a vision to capture and keep and glimpsed lovely wings in sky of azure Summer was dressed in her best greens and trees, like sentinels, stood silently by watching me… watching her. The chase began It led me deep into the forest, to an altogether different vision She continued to elude me and I was afraid I’d lose my chance, to capture this beauty, and lose my way as well. But then the thought occurred to me… Would it be so bad to lose yourself in such a place? Would it not be fine to linger here in solitude? Having as company only the flora and fauna To fall asleep each night to Gaia’s lullaby— to a symphony of croaking frogs and chirping crickets and awaken to avian melodies To bathe in the tranquility away from the industrial din of Urbanity No buzz of traffic, just the buzzing of bees No hum of technology, only the hum of the wind No inane babbling of superficial voices, the only babbling is that of a nearby brook No discarded refuse littered on Gaia’s plain, only scattered leaves on the woodland floor Not a human face to be seen, only the face of the moon smiling down upon me from her celestial bed It was then that I realized I could never lose my way In such a place the thought was absurd like getting lost in your own house. Was I losing my way? or finding my way Home?