Footsteps

I won’t walk,
On my footsteps,
Before I take them,
And the trees,
They will dance,
With skies of blue,
I will be gazing,
At the forests,
As they surround me,
With their leaves,
Of autumn falling,
From the sky,
I will gaze at,
Their branch’s orphans,
Falling to me,
As my heart,
Stares back at them,
With same reply

I wonder where,
My mind has wondered,
When it’s without me,
Travels down,
To the shoreline,
To cast stones,
While I rest silent,
Looking over,
A dying river,
Slowly taken,
By the dust,
Held by winds,
Cover my heart,
With night’s blanket,
It’s still dreaming,
While the starlight,
On the river,
Sees the morn’

Garden painters,
Dab their pastels,
On the sunrise,
And the scarecrow,
Smiles brightly,
As they do,
But the rain builds,
All its battles,
Over candles,
There is shade,
In your smile,
It can’t rain,
You stand around,
In these meadows,
With no sunlight,
Let not mountains,
Nor the shadows,
Stop sun’s glow

I need to,
Find the words,
To say I love you,
But I,
Just don’t know,
What to say,
All I know,
Is that footsteps,
Lead me closer,
When the night grows,
The morning seems,
So far away,
I’ll walk forward,
Knowing well,
There will be dawn,
I see my footsteps,
Before I take them,
And I will not fall