16. A POEM FOUND ON MY PATH.

Lying on the sands
Eyes on the horizon
The hypnotic clouds
Merge, then diverge.

Lying alone
With only the wind's sound
Feel lifted, begin to float
To spaces beyond,
And Times before.

Memories crowd
Can't cry, can't smile
Does it hurt, can't say,
Can only see
The Times gone by
No desire left
To live or to die.

Were I to sit back
And watch the world go by?


The wind tries to push me
And rains rush down.
I stay there,
Move not.

Over me waves begin to roll
I remain there
No desire left
To live or die.

I wonder
Am I dead already?
And my thoughts floating about
Like the ash of the burnt wood

I wonder.........