Long Road

Softly moans the blowing wind crossing over bright glittering crystals endless darkness lies black beneath swirling dancing blowing white soft as feathers downy white soft drifts flowing softly slow sliding smoothly across the way closing off the un-traveled way twisting ribbon flowing down hard glittering crystals softening slow cold bright light striking so hard reflecting rainbows of glittering light dark shadows like fingers lie grasping the cold and holding so tight piercing light between them break hard darkness absorbing the heat soft drops of moisture falling down on icy falling with ringing sound tinkling bells sounding in the air trickles flowing babbling down dancing mists rise in the air from hard black surface growing hot waves of heat begin to flow as all whiteness fades away running down quickly in twisting curves as babbling water flowing beside through canyon walls that would not yield hardness that nature could not shape breaking forth into the light flowing free from granite walls leaving dark shadows of the trees that grasped flowing hotly into blinding light cutting straight through rippling hills as white water roars beside hard blackness oven hot icy wetness splashing high pathway straight arrows across smoothing land as roaring water sound slowly fades glittering mists of droplets cease growing warmer in soothing heat along the way flowers bloom whites and yellows and even blues red strawberries grow and ripe in endless carpets along the way tall green grasses in the wind does wave chirping birds do songs sing bees do hum as they fly about the soft rustling of the wind passing by blooming heat to mirages form pools of water along the way only from the distance seen disappearing when growing near ribbon of blackness narrows away fading into the horizon scene hopelessly endlessly far away in the heat of the burning sun endless steps before me lie in the journey I would not take broken hardness lies behind blossoming hope I move towards cold snow locked passes lie behind frozen hardness of broken hearts slowly thawing in morning's light growing warmer in heat of day footsteps taken on blackness hard with soft hope flowing beside unseen visions before one lies beyond the horizon dimly seen piercing light shines within warming frozen hardness of broken heart freeing the hope that flows within to continue onward in the light