Sunday, December 25, 2011

Its beauty grows from beneath


I lay myself before you
wherever you walk
do not mind
your footsteps leaving marks
all over me

Do you ever notice
a carpet’s threads 
changing direction
assuming a different 
pattern of glow?

It depends on your steps
this pattern I show
its beauty grows 
from beneath those routes
you dare to walk

Choose wisely is all I ask
dampening rocks
bridging rivers
I foresee your steps
but choice lies within
- only you know -