i'm walking through a leafy canopy of green,
cold and smelling like rain.
Rain has left this dry of cold months ago.
I can only walk with no stop,
i look up and saw some dust-like amber following me like trails
What did i run away from?
I have not remembered for quite some time.
But i know i belong.
two miles away is where the foliage stops.
Then someplace not unlike the journey here, lies.
i promise this land I'd come someday,
with a life tucked in all my small but abundant pockets.
i still have a lifetime of tearful life to go through as yet,
When God forbid, there's a lot for me to beseech..
My steep steps are barely halfway down, there.
Just say your lovely fine cherubic words, dear angels of lifted despair,
i will fly without you even having to lift me here.
only please, never to deny me one thing i have been abiding by,
the little dreams i have about the places i haven't.
