To Follow the Sun
Uncounted days; Uncounted nights
Unhindered by unstopping heights
And as I sit alone,
And ponder my own Blights,
I cannot help but wonder,
Will I ever see each of these fantastic sights?
I sit along the rocky shore,
And watch the Rising Sun
I cannot help but feel this origin
Is telling me naught a thing but one,
And that I must allow my dreams
To follow with me the Rising Sun.
But reality itself has rhythm;
Unpredictable at times.
And it is now I see...
Where I have come from,
Where I shall go,
And most of all...
Just what it is I'll be.
Perhaps someday I'll follow through
And cast my dreams with hope anew,
My imagination being the only thing it saves.
And I'll watch the brightness of the sun
As it dives beneath the waves.
Copyright 2002 Joseph Basile