Journey Home

I can feel the sun
through the cold wind
burning
ever so gently against my dreams
for now
I am alive

Memories
both
the good
and the bad
are seemingly entwined
within the travels of my thoughts
painting a picture
of the footprints
I will leave the world

I am as ready
as I guess anyone could be
aged
tired
and missing the world I once knew
there is fear though
of the unknown
and knowing
everything today
will soon
cease to be

I can still feel
the sun's warmth
though it has started to set
and the cold wind
now seems a bit colder
I am so tired
yet I fight
to keep my eyes open
hoping
for one more memory
hoping
for one last thing to take with me
on my journey
home

This is so very beautiful Mig

Very nice !

I am not poetic, since joining M2 i am enjoying reading peoples Emotions.

Beautiful written poem.

::Stone cold beer::