THE PATH

Doing my path I was

slowly

step by step

sometimes dusty

sometimes like a field of hope.

My wings were free

as free was my soul

and so I kept on going

searching for that cloudy house

on the top of a hill.

Doing my path I was

dreaming of you

t'ill one day

merging the sky

I saw that white house of my dreams.

I knew you were there

the path took me to you

and so I smiled

like the sun

peeking through the clouds.

©Graça Costa