Journey of Twelve

A direct route to a point in time,

To a memory of joy, fun and hope

A spring awakening of a cherry blossom

The newness of existence infecting the air.

A turn leads onto a path of curves

Like a snake moving slowly in the long grass

Bringing the truth of all things living,

Destruction, lies and more

Overtaking any glimmer of hope

Of happiness and love desired.

Another turn, a final route,

Biting as cold as a winter freeze

Touching as the darkest of nights,

To a destination, of Twelve journey’s end

A sigh of relief, a free spirit evermore.

by GinaM