Cobblestones

I might not understand
The beauty in all things
from the tree tops
to the arranged cobblestones
under my feet

could i walk these lines
these paths of unknown destinations?
would my ears hear the voices,
those filled with love and care?

the noise is astounding
of where, what and how all should be,
can my soul still be found
in the midst of much deliriousness?

my heart sinks in the abyss
of its ribbed cage
the one housing the companion
ever present with no invitation
or has she been invited
to the feast of a lifetime?

the dance in my feet
has slowly changed
into the firm pose
of a warrior
his swords drawn
ready for the kill…

maybe it is time to call out
for every sweet song ever heard
may it bring back
the rhythmic stepping
to one’s own heartbeat
may it lighten the stance
to the leaning grass
moving with the wind
as if it was a part of it
and standing
shining
under the sun rays.