Along the path, the waters gleam
Horizon's warm rebellion.
I shed no tear, I force no smile
I roll with the floom and the calm.

I shut not my eyes,
Stop not my breath to roll, exist, be gone.
Rolling fast, the past is past. The calm in cooling motion.

Gliding free past forlorn branches.
Feeling the weeper's wet sprinkle
Again's begun to roll and move on
To roll, to glide, till dawn.
Gliding the winds of despair.
You will be one with the air.

To roll with weeping clouds,
To glide with twilight breeze.
Guided by whom?
Guided by what?
No longer a thought,
Just awareness...