May 28th, 2001 10:50pm

I can reflect and remember
in a place of my youth
where memories spill
from the mountains

Sweeping, catching up...
realizations wander in from
deep inside my soul
and my eyes become wide

How tired the spirit must become
trapped in unfamiliar locations
once healed, it breathes
and fills me with joy

Never again, I cry
I shall never want for you
Your cold nourishment is lacking
in the areas I crave most

My spirit has wandered
my soul has held still
the still unforgotten task
has resurfaced

Happiness has not been found,
but the path, once again, is laid before me...

RyanDavid Burningham