Where Am I, Where Are You?

Where am I, where are you?
So close yet far, the answers lie.
Following the worn-out path,
Making my own path.
Leaving behind my footprints.
A memory.
As I wander, searching for the answers that I wish for.
Above the clouds drift upon the wind.
While the stars watch from the dark-cold sky.
So many things have happened and so many, have yet to come.
Walking in the shallow water, as water laps at my bare tried feet.
Surrounded by beautiful green, seems like a dream.
The you that has yet to be, the you that is here.
Is there a difference?
Or is it a possibility?
Tomorrow comes, as today becomes yesterday.
It never stops, it never waits.
Time a gift and ordeal.
High above the world, upon mountain tops.
A wind blows past, bringing with it a moment.
A memory.
In sleep, I go where no one goes.
Where memory and fantasy meet.
A place of dreams, where I search.
Wandering until daybreak comes.
Fate, what is it?
Is there such a thing?
Did it fate bring us to where we are?
Or is it something else, unknown to you or I?
Where am I, where are you?
Where am I supposed to be, what path should I take?
Where are you going, what path do you take?
And will we meet again?
So close yet far, the answers lie.
Somewhere, some time, someday.
In a place we have yet to find.
Is somewhere, someday.
The old paths are fading away, as new ones are made.
Someday, those places will disappear.
And become a memory.
Nothing stays, everything changes.
So close yet far, the answers lie.
Yet they too will change.
So far yet close.
Is where they maybe.
Where am I, where are you?
Where is myself, the me from now?
Where are you, tomorrow?
Where am I, where are you?
My possibility,
My future,
Myself;

A Spark of Flame, A Drop of Rain

A spark of flame, a drop of rain.
Both destroy and create.
A breath of wind, a bit of earth.
The seeds of the future, will soon take root.
As the stars above, endlessly watch.
The forever changing world.
Time and fate, take and bless.
The many lives, that walk upon the earth.
Ruins of forgotten times, are now a memory.
Towers of stone, stand alone.
Homes of wood, glow with warmth.
Protect what lies within, from the raging storm.
A breath of wind, a spark of flame.
Burn away the old.
A drop of rain, a bit of earth.
Brings something new into the world.
Far away, lie the remains of those who rest upon metal and stone.
Close by the laughs of children, as they play.
The moon rises and the sun falls, many fall into dreams.
As others walk beneath the moon.
Darkness soon becomes light.
And the stars fade away, hidden by the light of the sun.
A farewell, a hello.
A beginning and an end.
The journey is unknown, will reveal the path.
That brings you to what you seek.
A spark of flame, a bit of earth.
Make a warm gentle light.
A breath of wind, a drop of rain.
Make the path harder to find.
Time and fate, take and bless.
The moon brings dreams, as the sun sets them to rest.
In the twilight, darkness and light become one.
A spark of flame, a drop of rain.
A breath of wind, a bit of earth.
Destroy and create.
As the stars above, watch eternally.
A world of change.
A forever changing world.