The Inner Journey (Part I)

Far away

From the deadly sounds of the city

In the middle of a red fall forest

Music to my ears

As my walk awakes leaves in rest

I shall find serenity at the end of this path

On the shore of a pastel blue lake

Which seems to be enlightened

From the abyss of its bed

And the moonlight wind

Softly whispered in my ears

Through the ballet of dancing trees

You've arrived here too late

The Master had to leave

In the silence

Of an old forsaken chapel

Sweet sweet smell of burning incense

Crying widow

Awaiting still merciful

And the sunlight

Caresses the idol

Through the colors of a stained glass window

Which seems to be reviving

Old clay from it's sorrow

And I close my eyes

As my prayer brings me to my knees

And gracefully the choir sings

You've arrived here too late

The Master had to leave