3am, how I arrived at here I have no idea, except that I got lost in my own thoughts, <br />There is no moon tonight and the darkness sticks to me like a wet blanket, <br />Enveloping me, the silence of the night is deafening, but I hear nothing, <br />Putting me on edge as it touches my very soul, and every pore of my skin, <br />4am approaches with caution as the first rays of the new day appear, <br />Slowly the sun rises and the first birdsongs start as night turn to day, <br />Ah the Blackbirds song, one that has haunted me all my life for some reason, <br />The little bird that holds a special place in my heart, because of its beauty, <br />If on my deathbed I could hear one last sound it would be the Blackbirds song, <br />5am and melancholy set in and I start to question my very existence, <br />What is my purpose here? What mysteries will life hold for me? <br />Is my existence and reason for being here, only known by some higher power? <br />Or is it just a question of balance? That I must some how try to understand, <br />Could I be metamorphic like the Butterfly? And will one day emerge, <br />Or will only time and events change me? <br />I know that I can be more, and that the soul within me is just waiting, <br />Waiting for the time when body and soul separate like old friends, <br />Never to meet again as one decays and the other is born, <br />But what of the now, what purpose, and why? <br />6am the Suns rays hit my face and melancholy departs, <br />The Blackbird sings to me and I start to understand, <br />My purpose is to sing for you, and leave a footprint in your heart, <br />Perhaps a footprint in every heart, so that my living has meaning, <br />And that my footprints will leave tracks in hearts that will go on, <br />Never to be erased, that others will follow in, and I will be remembered,<br /><br />The Mowjo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footprints-6/
