This comes as no surprise, you see
I always felt this had to be.
There is a certain path you know,
a way to learn, a way to grow.
For here the road is split in two,
one track for me, and one for you.
So as I walk, my steps unsure,
I stumble slightly, sometimes fall.
And as I struggle hard to stand
and carry on without your hand,
I realise that I’m doing fine.
Horizons beckon, the sun still shines.
The rainbow hasn’t lost its colour,
and so what if the poppy’s pallor
needs a little extra spark, to stir the
meadow or the park?
I know that I will find my way
(despite the tears that make me stray),
by daring to believe my dream;
the trickle of a mountain stream
that flows, cascading to the sea
and finds release, as so will we…
I’m holding on to all that’s real;
the way you laugh, the way you feel,
the way we share a thought, our passion,
a sense that this is beyond fashion.
For how else can you touch me quite,
and know my soul, and fit so right?
For me, this journey holds no fear.
So please, unlock your heart, my dear…
© Andrianne Philippou –
26th April 2008