A poem for the "Landscapes of Ephamera " series

Looking at the sky ahead

I don’t know whether it will be the one above my home

Or above just another place were they will shun me

Will this be the place in which I live till the end of my days?

Or just another place from which I must move on

Standing between two sentinels

Stones reaching way up high

I look at the sky and I think

Is this the sky I tried to leave behind?

Or the one I’ve looked for all my life

Or just another road side in on my journey

Should I just walk back through those stones?

Hoping to get back to were I came from

And get on with my life giving up on it at the same time

Or should I move along keep on searching

For a place I can truly call home.

Looking at the sky ahead

Looking at the ground ahead

I wonder if the fog comes from within me

Do I truly belong to such a dark place?

Where the only light comes from the moon and the little lights bobbing in the mist

But I hear music

Music which leads

Thrumming through my body like nothing has ever done.

Listen to the dark tune

Hear the bright strains

For this is my landscape

And its not truly dark.