I watched enthralled, as footsteps
in the sand walked before me,
noone was there and yet, I could see
the imprints of the spirited traveller.
Suddenly, they turned to face me
and I froze, not out of fear, but,
from a wariness ~ of the 'unknown'.
An unmistakable chill ran down my
spine as they stopped before me,
I turned to look back ~ and there
was nothing more to be seen, so,
did this lonesome spirit need a home
in which to keep warm, or did it have
an incompleted journey on which
~ I shall now continue ~
I will never know, or will I, or
will I, and still, never know.
(c) ZYDHA HART 2007