Walking the Path of Mysteries

I walk the path of mysteries
A labyrinth of many secrets
One door leads to a garden
Another leads to the sea
I may find my dreams
But should I take hold?
For they may be nightmares
And if I wake up
What will be left?
Everything becomes nothing
Nothing becomes everything
So I return to my journey
And search once again
On a path that never ends

10-3-05

Reviews

[Thomas Kainaroi]

As I promised I would come back, and this was the first for my retina,
I find it written crisp and very well, it looks like the perfect dream scene, but it can also have been lived through the mind of one who is pscychotic, played like a true movie, (a living dream), or even an ordinary daydream. Interestingly, and so to the point, and well put down. Enjoyed this one.

- Elisa

[Thomas Kainaroi]

Thank you, this was my first real poem and for me it in some ways set the stage for everything that came after.

You're most welcome, that's very interesting! I like it when, a stage is build after 1 poem... I do that myself too, for not many notice ;) great work... keep on penning.