Two Roads 1

SPAWNING THE HEATHER OF HOPES



Two roads interwined in the forests of dawn
Presenting themselves as a ferry to spawn
Spawn the heather of past and let pass
Spawn the life of a healthy outcast
Live the dreams of a sassy life
Dream the life of dreams
Live through a symphony of time
Be the tunes that make it.
In our hand alone stand the sun and skies
In our hands alone is the rain

These roads alone the way they mark
Mark the growth of growing
Mark the spree of glowing

Growing abounds in abundance of hopes
Growing abounds in glee
Growing is the only need
Blithe is yielded by growing

Grow and glow for there are roads apart
In the woods of life
A journey these roads alone mark
Alone they do the spawning
And in the blithe and felicity of life in them
It is worth an assay.