Of seemingly long lanes…

Lone traveler thou not alone
leaves of trees and gusts of winds blown
Stars lead the way;
look the sailors follow them to the bay
Rains to wash away the tears
long before forgotten are his fears!
The Sun, his strength, his rays
Come the clouds, hidden deep are his ways!
The sunflower, the daffodil, they ask
hide not behind the cloud, behind the mask...

Through the valley scattered are those stepping stones
built they are, those memories, those laughs, those moans.
the valleys echo; never forget that sill
no hope lost, no lost will.
The wind blows the dust
In the rain the trust, now thats a must!
That distant blinking light
glide through it; the luminous might
The lone traveler sees all's still,
the sound of silence oh so shrill
Listen to the bird,
chirps never better heard
Talk to the bird
fill thy heart with joy unheard!

P.S.: surprisingly inspired, surprisingly composed..thanks to the lone traveler!