Endless is eternity  

when you drift upon waves

of dreams unrealized

and whispers of a life

that could have been,

but this long road

is endless no more.

I know my reason to exist.

I found haven within the pen,

and I will drift no more.  

The road is not broken,

but whether I still walk alone

or found company in strangers

sharing my dream,

I will not fall

through empty sleep

and troubled thoughts

because clarity

has opened my eyes

to the window

of time.

I will not spend

my dreams in lazy hours

but live as I dream.

 

Drifting Upon Waves

By, Melissa R. Mendelson