Cobwebbing Labyrinth

All these years i have been
On an endless quest,
Knocking on the forbidden doors
From east to west;
Wandering along the banks
Of the rivers of belief,
Viding the hallowed depths
With the eyes of truth,
To see beyond the invisible.

In this age of loneliness,
At the onset of second chapter
I pine to return to innocence;
Somewhere cries the silent warrior
Crucified with the cross of changes,
To play like the child in us.

Following the sun,
And guided by the almost full moon
I am this lost voyageur,
Compassed by the smell of desire;

Through out the odyssey of the mind
I rest under the shadows in silence,
As silence must be heard
Between the mind and heart.

Morphing through time,
Sailing through the prism of life,
In the shadow in the light,
With subdued dreams of the dolphin
In an ocean of peregrine.