Sticks and stones scattering the ground,

A garden of crosses and angels laying around.

A shadowy darkness covering every and each one,

Though it seems in this play ground there will be no play nor fun.

Follow the path in hopes of footsteps,

That'll match my own in size and depth.

A leaf by the wind flies with it's own little greet,

Dancing on the pavement at my own tiny feet.

Yet I continue on further, each minute passing,

Ignoring the dead silence that remains everlasting.

The clouds remain high, the sun far and lost.

Journey further and further, ignored is the cost.

I shall move onwards and on, until I can find,

Those familiar and playful dark eyes of mine.

Those which I share solely, only with the one to be found,

Journey onwards and on, to this journey I am bound.