Eyes <br />to the left, <br />eyes <br />to the right, <br />staring brightly <br />in the night; <br />with the running of your thoughts <br />as on you go <br />and swiftly walk; <br />wind up and wind down <br />twigs break <br />branches bend; <br />eyes down, <br />eyes up <br />sun sets <br />as shadows run, <br />something stirs <br />turns you round <br />silence descends then bends, <br />mind imagines <br />unkind things; <br />as eyes <br />to the left, <br />eyes <br />to the right <br />are staring brightly in the night; <br /> <br />with a hop and a skip <br />(that you never will forget) <br />the creeper that tripped <br />as your footing lost its grip; <br />breathing <br />fast, air, that's still, <br />seething <br />with a will, <br />to find the path <br />that homeward goes <br />and not the one that winds, <br />as shadows lengthen in your mind.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-for-the-path-home/
